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your orc husbands are very good at sharing.

see, they have it worked out. sometimes the larger one plunders your cunt while the smaller one fills your ass. other times, they take turns with you, each unloading inside you to make the way even slicker for the other. when they're really feeling themselves, one will fuck you while the other fucks him, all of your pleasure an endless circle.

right now they're competing, you see, to fill you up with seed so you can bear them a fine orcling. you'll never know whose is whose, but that's not the point of the game.

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Knotted

Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ 18+

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary/Request: “Write Raphael knotting reader you coward”

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY SINNER!!! *winks*

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Knotting| Rough | Choking | Mind Break | Belly Bulge

You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dig your nails into his chest attempting to slow down his rhythm, but to no avail. You bounce back on him like your life depends on it when he speeds up, chanting his name between pants.

“R~Raph~Raphael~, s’too- too m-much,” you choke out, only to feel him turn you over in the sheets, jerking up your hips as he positions himself behind you. Your voice nothing more than a whimper, your lashes adorned with tiny droplets of tears. They threaten to fall any second at the stretch, the feeling of being filled by your devil. At the searing pain as he forcefully reenters you, emitting a low growl and firmly grasping a handful of your hair.

The pain only heightens the pleasure, your cries going from breathy and needy to louder, more desperate. He fucks you like an animal, his face pressed against your nape as his breath caresses your skin. His horns digging into the side of your head. He can smell your arousal, hear your heart hammering away and feel your wetness slicking up his cock as he fucks into you.

He bites down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood, and the cry that leaves your throat makes his cock twitch and his thrusts get more erratic. The sight of your delicate crimson flow is so pretty, captivating enough to enthrall Raphael for hours on end without ever losing interest.

He wants you to come, to milk him dry. The way your walls clench around him drives him crazy, his grip tightening. He lets go of your hair and wraps his arm around your middle, pressing your back into his chest as he ruts into you. His other hand cages your neck, your blood slipping from the corner of his mouth.

His scorching tongue laps at the rivulets of your blood, and then another sharp bite follows, triggering a surge of scorching warmth that coils your stomach. Your body instinctively arches, releasing a guttural scream. The intensity overwhelms you, causing pain and pleasure to meld into an intoxicating fusion. It's an exquisite agony, so damn satisfying. Your head spins, leaving you dizzy and consumed.

Your legs tremble and you can feel your walls tighten around him. He fucks you through your orgasm, not once letting up on his pace, “You take it so well for such a tiny little thing,” he fucks you into the mattress relentlessly, balls hitting you with each pump as you cling to the hand wrapped around your throat. Your hands shaking, hair clinging to your face while you try to keep your mind from breaking. His voice, his smell, his presence; all of him consumes you.

“Cum for me again, little pup.” It’s an order. One that has your tears falling down your cheeks as he slips the hand from your neck to between your legs and rubs your sore, overstimulated clit hard and fast.

Your walls contract sharply in response to his touch, eliciting a blinding explosion of white that engulfs your vision once again. Your pussy desperately clings to the relentless thrusting of his cock, but he shows no mercy, continuing to rub and penetrate you. The world around you becomes hazy, distant, as all your focus narrows down to Raphael's cock stretching your tight little pussy.

He treats you like a piece of meat, fucking you with an unyielding intensity, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, a wicked grin on his face. The thrusts relent slightly, allowing you a brief moment to catch your breath, and the first sound that escapes your lips is a sobbing, pathetic, “Raphy-s’can-can’t take-mhm-more.”

He chuckles darkly, “More?” he pulls your head to the side as you try to shake your head. “My little mouse wants more?”

“Noooo~ p-plea-,” Your resistance crumbles, your defiance fading the moment his engorged head relentlessly collides with your cervix, driving you deeper into the mattress. All that remains is a mixture of cries, whimpers, and moans as you surrender to the relentless rhythm of his hips, too exhausted, sore, and thoroughly fucked out to muster anything else.

Raphael can tell how weak you are, how much you can take before you break. The sight of you under him, your face covered in drool and tears as you take every inch of his cock. He’s lost track of how long he’s been at it with you, and neither does he care. You belong to him now, and he plans to savor every second.

Your body contracted on his cock yet again, your fingers curling, until your nails dug into him. Something was pressing against your sex and your scream hitched in volume as you felt it suddenly shove into you, locking your body to his. A- A knot?

You felt full, so full. You looked down to see the bulge in your lower stomach, your eyes widening. Raphael didn't let up, and the bulge went higher with each thrust. Raphael kept thrusting as much as he could, pulling his knot back and forth inside of you. His teeth finding your shoulder to lock you in place even further.

“RAAPHAEL~” tongue lolling out, your body spasms, and it's all too much. The pressure of his knot, his sharp teeth piercing your skin, your blood trickling down from your neck to his silk sheets while the blood from your shoulder trails down your back. The feeling of his cock pushing and rubbing, it felt as if he was rearranging your guts into a mess. Everything almost becomes numb, and you're sure your brain has stopped functioning.

You could feel it, spurt after spurt of his hot milky seed soaking your insides. Filling you up completely. Your devil holds you there, grinding his hips to yours while he pumps his heir inside of you. His teeth on your shoulder deepening.

And you swore you could feel his hot sticky sperm invading your womb. Feel the tip of his cock pressing and massaging against your cervix. With your lips sealed by his throbbing, fat knot, little of the massive amount of his seed leaves your pussy.

You can't help but imagine his potent cum entering your womb, the flood of it invading your space, seeking to impregnate you. Even if some fail, his sperm will continue to writhe in your womb for days, hunting for an egg to penetrate.

You were still knotted to Raphael, although he'd finally laid down, covering your body with his own but leaned to the side so he didn't crush you. His arms around you, his wings enveloping you, holding you in place as his hips rock forward. You're too exhausted to say anything, to even move, and all you can do is just stay there and take it as he goes again.

The question in your head repeated itself as you closed your eyes, did you just become a devil's bitch?

… And did you care...?

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Hiii!!!

I kinda noticed that Santa sorta disappeared! Unfortunately, not your fault though! I’m out of Santa ideas but what about something with Krampus? Anything really works and if you can’t do it that’s fine!

-🪷

Let's talk a little about my Krampus. Half goat, half demon, like usual, but has a slight more human feature. Can easily transform into something way more scary. He is slightly taller than Santa and has many piercings, including his nipples! Crazy long hair; his horns have a curl to them and neon eyes. I'm going to say he is built and has areas where he has crazy scars and some that look untouched. I forget about monster anatomy, but I'm going to say he has a knot. For a monster, his cock is kind of slim but long, but in human eyes, that thing is insane.

The first time you run into Krampus is because you decided to spend Christmas at this lodge hotel. It has a pretty walk trail that you of course got lost in, causing you to come back later than you thought. Everything is dark, and the place is destroyed! You spot him from afar and take off, running back into the snowy trail.

He's literally half goat and demon. He did the chase for fun! Because he could've easily caught you without having to even move. It is freezing around you, but you couldn't even feel it because of the pure fear you had running through you. Once again you get lost on the trail; you can feel him around you. Has you cornered but doesn't do anything until he is grabbing you and smelling you? weird, why would he?… awww little miss forgot she was ovulating...

Lucky for you, Krampus is honestly a fucker. He's not like Santa, who kind of does want to get you pregnant because of his fatherly need. But not Krampus; he just breeds because that's what his body does. And you ovulating is sending him! He drools a lot! It's just the animal side of him, and he is really warm, so even though your jeans and panties are now at your ankles, you are still nice and cozy. Even though the wind hitting your wetness does make you shiver at times.

Fucks like a mutt your feet aren't touching the ground as he drives his cock in and out of you. All you can do is take it as you dangle in his arms like a personal fuck toy. Unlike Santa, who is a groaner, moaner, and laughs. Krampus growls, huffs, and pants. Since he is half demon, Imma says smoke comes out of him whenever he huffs. He has nails but pretty ones just because I want them to be xd his nails scratch you up good. Those will hurt later, but they are pretty!

With Santa, even though you are dumb on his cock, you are usually awake. With Krampus, you'd doze a couple of times seeing black. Especially when you cum! With Santa, it doesn't get crazy loud, but with Krampus? Don't even try and hold back those moans; it would be a failed attempt because you are basically screaming. He loves it only makes him want to hear more. Which causes him to push his knot into you, once again making you yell and see stars as it forces an orgasm out of you.

When he cums, you literally can feel him shake. And he is loud himself, would mutter words in an unknown language. Again, Santa breeds you because of his magic and his fatherly instincts, but Krampus couldn't care how full of his cum you are. He just so happens to be able to do it; since you are knotted to him, he wraps his arms around you and lays you both on the snow. But once his knot is settled, he is leaving you there dripping. His leftover warmth should be enough to keep you settled until someone finds you or you get up.

And to add just for fun. Those words he said in an unknown language? A spell/marking that now lays beautifully on top of your lower stomach. Yeah, he could care less, but he is still a demon. He is possessive and there is just something about you...

🪷Anon…I had so much fun writing this omg.

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Whispers from your dragon bf

"Look at me when I take you. Look at me when I'm buried balls-deep in your warm hole."

His eyes blaze like molten emerald, locking onto yours as his grip tightens possessively around your waist.

You nod, oversensitive and breathless. Your eyes fixed on him. Your dragon mate. Your body was filled up with his massive shaft. And the pleasure. The depth. The stretch. It was too much. Too good. Not enough.

"Good mate. Don't you dare look away. I want you to see exactly what you do to me, how you bring out this monster. Your body, your moans, your goddamn scent-it's all mine. Mine to touch, mine to wreck, mine to worship. And when I'm done with you, even the gods will know who you belong to."

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Imagine slut training but with different monsters. Each one teaching you something different so you can become the perfect fuck toy the perfect flashlight for anyone and everyone to use

18+

DNI minors

Vampire trainer: they help you to get off from pain they scratch and slap but your favourite thing is when they bite deep into your shoulder while squeezing your chest the feeling of their teeth deep into you drinking your blood you know it’ll leave a deep purple and red mark on your shoulder. After a few weeks of training, you’re able to cum from their brutal treatment alone the pleasure shot through you. After those sessions you always felt light headed from the intensity of your orgasm and the slight blood loss.

Werewolf trainer: you’ve always struggled with anything knotted you can barely take the knotted toys they tested on you. You thought your teacher would be kind but you found yourself tied down with your ass in the air. At first he was somewhat gentle he’d grind his knot against your hole getting you more used to the idea of it being deep in you but after a few sessions, he couldn’t resist how tight and warm it was inside so he toyed with you pumping quickly in and out making sure his knot was fully pushed in. The quick pace made your hole make a sloppy popping sound and while it was overwhelming and nearly painful you loved it too much knowing your teacher was crazy for your body.

Orc trainer: you felt afraid when you first had an orc as your teacher they staggered over you and their dicks looked larger than your former and thicker too you had no idea how something like that would fit in you but he made sure to take his time picking you apart. His favourite position was standing up and holding you like a fleshlight he loved the sounds you’d make as he stuffed everything inside of you. It was impossible to form a thought when he was that deep in you his dick pushed every thought out but left a lovely bump on your stomach. Sometimes you’d be bent over a high counter with your feet not touching the floor and he’d use you like the slut you where made to be making sure to stuff you round after round with him cum making sure to keep a slut like you satisfied and stuffed full

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scientific curiosity —frankenstein's monster

—summary: You created him. You patched him together from pieces of humans and beasts - lost your license to practice medicine and your PhD for that. He should not look at you and lust. But he does. | 1.8k | AO3 | monster masterlist

—warnings: monster x human, monsterfucking, handjob, implied mating cycle/heat, thigh fucking, rutting.

The creature has an affinity for music. That fact is not even near the most fascinating thing you’ve discovered about him, but it is a very pleasant one. He taps the keys of the piano with grace, despite his size. Mozart today, huh?

“Your motor skills are improving at an incredible rate,” you say more to yourself as you scribble furiously into your notebook. The creature voices a grunt of approval as he stares at the sheet music propped up in front of him. Mentally, you pat yourself on the back for selecting such a fine brain.

You cannot deny his improvement at everything, really. He’d graduated from picture books to children’s books within two days, to classical novels and medical books within a week. Getting him acclimated to his size had been a challenge at first but it has been leaps and bounds from those days. Writing, string instruments, key instruments, all of it, a truly incredible progress. There’s only a handful of things you’ve yet to ask.

“Any sexual desire?”

His fingers stumble on the keys.

You whip around, one arm slung over the back of the chair and push so the legs screech loudly against the wooden floor. There’s a grin on your face, pen in a death grip in your hand. “Care to elaborate?” You blindly reach for the notebook still on the table, eyes fixed on his large frame, at the way he hunches over, staring firmly at the sheet music.

“No.”

“Well, it is fall,” you muse, raise your elbow to lean it against the chair backrest, pen tapping against your bottom lip. “And I did have to supplement some parts for beast parts.”

“Hadn’t even noticed.” He thumps a foot against the ground. Griffin’s hind legs. Could’ve used the wings but taking too much from one body would’ve created too much suspicion.

“I really thought a vampire’s hand would, y’know react to warm blood — a mistake on my part, I’ll admit it. But,” your grin widens even further, “fascinating how a werewolf’s knot is still a knot even if you cut it off. Does the full moon affect it in any way?”

Your creation glares at you from across the room.

“What? Scientific curiosity.”

“You had your PhD and medical license revoked for…” he takes a deep breath and takes his hands from the piano keys to motion to himself, “me.” There’s a hint of something in his tone, something that borders on disgust. You file that away to discuss at a later time. “It’s why we’re out here. Hiding.”

“There are worse reasons to lose a doctorate for. And I was a scientist while creating you. So, scientist. Now, answer my question, please?”

The creature gently pulls down the key lid on the piano, stands, and wordlessly leaves the room.

He doesn’t come down for dinner.

You stare at the vacant seat on the other side of the dinner table with a frown. His plating is untouched, steam rising from the potato stew where he usually sits. There is no creaking in the house, nothing to signal he’s coming down. You eat alone and place his meal into the still-warm oven.

His door is closed. You stand there for a while, mulling over your words, trying to string together an apology. Should you wax something long together? An explanation? Run-on sentences to try to justify your innate curiosity at your creation’s physiological state? Nothing sounds right. Nothing sounds like enough.

“I’m sorry… for asking like that. I got carried away. It wasn’t proper of me. There’s um,” you clear your throat, “I left your plate in the oven. Heat it up if you get hungry. Good night.”

You stand at the door for another prolonged moment, trying to catch any sound on the other side of the door. It’s faint, barely there, but you can make out his breathing, slow and steady. At least he’s still here. But you decide not to test your luck any further tonight and retreat to your own room, leaving the door slightly ajar. It doesn’t fit into the frame quite correctly, anyway.

Maybe he’ll at least go downstairs for dinner later.

He stands in front of your door, staring at the small sliver of moonlight that pours into the dark hallway. There are too many loud thoughts in his head, racing and colliding. His skin feels ill-fitting, a heat simmering underneath it. You ask too many questions, he thinks — has thought since he left you in the study alone to hide away in his room with the blinds drawn and his cock in hand — too many questions that prod all the right places.

It’s in your nature. You were a scientist. And a doctor with an intricate web of knowledge about the human (and creature) body. He shouldn’t fault you for asking.

While you were downstairs eating dinner alone, he had his cock in hand — not a wholly new experience but a new-ish one — stroking it over the low bathroom sink. He’d tried, tried thinking of other things but nearly all of his experiences are tied to you and your presence. So he keeps coming back to you. Your pretty face, your smile, the light in your eyes when you ask him about his body, his psyche to scribble into your umpteenth notebook all about him.

Even now with his pants undone, cock hanging out, already (or still) hard, he thinks of you. He stares at you through the crack in the door, soundly asleep in your bed. The covers are tucked tightly over your body but legs exposed to the fall chill. It’s not right, he thinks, he should at least tuck you in before you get a cold.

He pushes the door open slowly. It creaks a short, aborted squeak and you shift in bed, pull the blanket tighter against yourself. The creature steps forward, carefully placed footfalls dancing around the one creaking floorboard right at the entrance, long slow strides taking him to the foot of your bed. You shuffle again, and for a moment he thinks this is it, you’re awake, but you turn onto your back, kick at the blanket with one foot.

You are… enticing like this, he finds. He thinks that’s what this feeling is. All he has to compare it to is the novels he’s read over and over and over again.

He grabs onto your ankles with his warm hand, touch featherlight, and gently, slowly, pulls you forward. The end of your nightgown catches against the sheets, drags further up the closer you get to him. He has the anatomical knowledge of the human body — he’s read every book in the house several times over no matter if fiction or an anatomy book, he’s effectively memorized all the illustrations, if not the texts themselves.

His fingers trace the expanse of your skin, gently knead into the flesh. He can name the muscles and the tendons, the nerves at the crook of your knee. He’s spent countless hours staring at the illustrations, even the more… explicit ones. He’s curious — you’ve rubbed off on him — but it’s dark. Instead, he stares at the gap between your thighs. It’s inviting, just perfect for him to slip his cock through. It jerks at the thought, precum dribbling from the tip.

You blink slowly. The room is dark, save for the moonlight filtering in through the window above your head. In front of you, right at the foot of the bed stands a tall figure, hand wrapped around your ankles, resting against his shoulder. Your brain jogs the existence of your creation before you startle involuntarily. He startles too, nearly dropping his grip on your ankles.

“Everything alright?” You ask. The fall chill bites at your thighs and oh.

“I’m sorry,” he says, pressing his body against the back of your legs. Something hot and heavy, wet presses between your thighs. The tip of his cock presses between your thighs, forward and backward. Slowly, like he’s testing the waters. You stare at it for a moment, then press your thighs together.

The creature groans and thrusts forward, hips assuming a sloppy pace. He’s tall and wide and big and that’s how you built him. The bed rocks with his thrusts, the headboard banging against the wall, scraping at the paint. His cock plunges between your things, smears precum onto your skin, slick and wet and loud. The sound of his cock plunging between your slick thighs is nearly deafening in the silent house. Your own arousal curls under your skin but you file it away to stare at him.

This… this is not what you had in mind when you first came up with this (quite possibly very stupid, very illegal, medically and scientifically (not to mention ethically) dubious) idea. It cost you your license and your reputation, sent you into exile. You don’t regret it on the worst of days but especially not right now.

His cold hand wraps nearly wholly around your thigh and you clench around his cock involuntarily. Your muscles jerk from the sudden chill. He groans and his hips stutter for a moment, stumble in their sloppy rhythm before he regains whatever shred of his composure is left and continues thrusting. The bulb at the bottom of his shaft is engorged, knocking against your clit with every thrust. You can’t even focus on that, just on the beads of precum dribbling from the tip of his cock, smearing against your thighs as he pulls nearly all the way back. When he thrusts towards you, pearly droplets fly, splatter against your wrinkled nightgown.

He pulls you into him, hips slamming against your thighs. The metal bed frame screeches at something, you can’t even react as he thrusts forward one last time. He cums with a guttural growl that reverberates in your own chest, thighs pressing against yours, hips jerking forward. Ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, land on your torso. You reach out, wrap a hand around the enormous cock to jerk him off, prolong his orgasm, milk him for everything he has to offer. There’s a hiss from the back of his throat as you work him empty, splattering onto your stomach and chest, even your chin. It’s warm and sticky and it sinks into your cotton nightgown, clings to your skin.

His breathing is erratic once his large frame stops shaking. His chest expands and constricts against your legs, nails digging small crescents into your ankles. Your toes are cold from the forced position.

You reach down to the puddle of cum pooling on your stomach and draw a heart into it with a small giggle.

The creature looks up from his mess tentatively, brow furrowed and lips jutted into a hopeful smile.

“You’re not mad?”

“I’ll have you know I picked out every part of you according to my personal preferences.”

banners/dividers by @/cafekitsune

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Fuck me in to the bed while telling me how much you love my weeping pussy and fill me with multiple loads of cum.

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STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up

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I WANT IT

thinking about vampire!bf fucking you late at night, pining you under his weight and pounding your tight little pussy, all while he sinks his fangs into your neck, savoring the sweet taste of your blood.

You can’t see anything, your vision is blurry, but you still can distinguish the red velvet of his cape and the black clothes that he rarely takes off. It feels good, more than you’d like to admit, the pain of his bite mixes well with the pleasure of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust.

But he won’t drink all of your blood, no, actually he has more important plans with you. You’re young, fertile, and so lost in the moment that maybe, just maybe, his seed will take inside you this time.

He wants a heir, and he knows that you’ll be an excellent vessel, whether you want it or not…

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You are offered choices : you can choose either to be the subject of this ordeal or choose any subject you desire to be the participant in this fantasy experiment. The experiment consists of a series of savage and brutal multiple penetrations with a warning that each successive one will increase in length and girth for an indeterminate length of time. Two options are offered in this experiment to make it possible. The first A) allows the subject unlimited elasticity and copious self lubrication to accommodate the ordeal with the drawbacks that while incredibly pleasurable orgasm itself takes longer and the body itself will take at least a day to recover to its original state leaving the subject in an open stretched and gaping state during that interim.The second option B) allows for almost instantaneous healing and regeneration for any damage sustained during the experiment with quick endless successive orgasm one after the other due to pain and pleasure nerves being intertwined by the second option. The drawback to this option being a complete loss of any physical sensations for 48 hours afterwards as the body is reset to its original state.

lizardman!Rask x human!Reader

Good to know: nothing but smut

A/N: My answer is A) and Part 1 is here.

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"Waitwaitwait!" Your voice is breathless and barely coherent as it tangles with the guttural noises coming from Rask's clone. "Wait!" You try again but you know your pleas are lost on him. He is like a predator on a mission, whether for pleasure, conquest, or something more primal, you are no longer sure.

You are trapped in the middle of the bed, your fingers clawing at the tangled sheets beneath you for dear life. Your legs, stretched and trembling, are thrown over his shoulders, leaving you folded tightly into a mating press. Every inch of your body feels exposed, laid bare under his mercy. Or under the lack of his mercy. The position he has you locked in feels like a cage made of his body. You tremble under his heat, sticky and slick with sweat. Each brush of his scales against your skin is electrifying. His breath washes over the crook of your neck. The sharp edge of his teeth graze over your pulse as if he is considering tasting you in more ways than one.

"Rask," you try again, but you are not sure if you are begging for him to slow down or to push you even further over the edge. Every inch of him overwhelms you. The drag of his scaled torso against you makes your back arch, punching a moan from your lips that’s halfway between protest and surrender. Your body feels like it’s running on pure adrenaline now, hypersensitive and wrung out.

You’ve lost track of time. It could’ve been minutes or hours since Rask first pushed you down onto the bed, pressing you into the mattress and the sheets. A slight turn of your head brings the faint glow of the city into view, framed by the window. The dark sky is illuminated by the neon lights of the streets below.

Your chest rises and falls in uneven gasps, exhaustion pulling at your every muscle. Tears streak your flushed cheeks, their salty tang lingering faintly on your tongue. Each snap of Rask's lean hips drives a jolt through your body, the sharp mix of pleasure and pain keeping you frozen and arched.

"Jus' one more time," the clone growls. The rumble of his voice vibrates through your very bones. He braces himself on his arms, his muscles shifting, giving himself more freedom to move. The bed creaks under his relentless thrusts, increasing the wet, lewd sound of his cock in your drenched heat.

But you know better. It’s never “just one more time” with him. Cloning is a gamble where the outcome is unpredictable, bringing something new, a difference in personality or temperament that makes him a creature all his own. And for reasons you can’t fully understand, Rask's clone knows about your attraction to the lizardman, about the unspoken fantasies you've kept hidden deep within yourself. He exploits it mercilessly, fulfilling every thought and suppressed yearning you've ever had. And then there’s the other thing; for some other unknown reason, he has a stamina you've never imagined. Hours stretch on like a fever dream, your body wrung out and oversensitive to the point of tears, yet he doesn’t falter, doesn’t waver. He chases pleasure until it turns to pain, and even then he doesn't stop.

The burning coil in your lower belly tightens in a way that makes your muscles seize, and your breath catch. Your legs twitch uselessly, where they rest on his broad shoulders, you try to push him away, palms pressing weakly against his chest, but the attempt only fuels him. Your efforts only make things worse, or better, depending on how you look at it. All you accomplish is a frantic sway of your hips, meeting him halfway in a rhythm you can’t seem to control. He slides in and out of you with ease, the mess between your thighs making every movement slick and sinful.

"Look at you," he snarls. "All this fuss, all this fight, and you are still pulling me in." He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, forcing a choked gasp from your lips.

His claws dig into the sheets on either side of your head, shredding fabric as he cages you in completely. The slits of his pupils are wide and wild with unrestrained hunger, and his sharp teeth are bared in a wicked grin. "Messy little thing."

"I-I can't-" you groan. Your voice is nothing more but a whine and it reaches something in the clone because his demeanor changes within a second. "Rask-"

His pace falters, his hips stuttering before snapping back into their relentless rhythm. His claws flex against the shredded sheets, his scaled arms trembling as he braces himself above you.

His breath hitches, and you hear a low, almost pleading whimper escape his throat, a sound so unexpected it sends a shiver racing through you. "So fucking close-" His words trail off into a growl of frustration. His amber eyes are wild and glowing with a mix of lust and anguish as his thrusts grow erratic as if sheer determination will push him over the edge he’s been chasing for hours.

"Please… just let me keep going. I need it. Don’t make me stop. Can’t stop." His hips grind against you, rolling and pushing in an agonizing rhythm.

You can feel the tremor in his muscles, the exhaustion radiating off him, but he refuses to give in. He is lost in the chase, and the only thing you can do is wheeze and cry in his tight embrace. Your pussy clenches and gushes around him without your control. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as his hips buck against yours. Every movement is frantic now, each thrust driven by the maddening edge of pleasure that refuses to tip him over. His body trembles violently, muscles straining as he chases a release that feels just out of reach.

"Come on," he growls like a broken whisper against your skin. "Come on, just this once. Let me have it." His words are a tangle of desperation and adoration, spilling from his lips in a stream of incoherent pleas. "So tight, so fucking wet- I can’t- I can’t stop. You feel too good. Too fucking good."

His hips stutter, his rhythm faltering for a heartbeat before redoubling in a frantic, almost punishing pace. Each thrust feels more unhinged than the last, his body trembling with exhaustion and need, and the sheer intensity of his movements has your mind spinning.

"Come on," you manage to gasp. You know he’s reaching his limit, but if he keeps going like this, you’ll both lose yourselves to the madness of it. Summoning what little strength you have left, your hands snap up to his shoulders, your nails digging into his scales. "Cum for me," you beg. "Let go."

The sound that leaves his lips is almost a whimper. His long face buries deeper into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and erratic against your skin. You shiver as his tongue darts out, lapping over the salty dampness of your neck before lingering over the thrumming pulse under your skin.

His legs dig into the bed with renewed determination. The motion drives your body into the mattress, folding you even tighter into the mating press. The angle shifts abruptly, and a sharp cry rips from your throat as he thrusts deeper than before, his movements fueled by pure desperation. His hips snap into you with reckless abandon, the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies filling the air alongside your cries and his ragged groans.

"Fuck," he growls.

Each thrust pushes you closer to the brink, and yet all you can do is cling to him, your hands fisting against his shoulders as his pace grows impossibly faster. He’s entirely lost to the chase now, his movements wild and chaotic, his breath coming in broken gasps as he continues to push himself far beyond his limits.

You are certain he doesn’t even notice when you fall apart beneath him, your body trembling violently as waves of pleasure crash over you. The overwhelming sensation pulls a broken cry from your lips, but it’s swallowed by the sheer force of him. At the same moment, a guttural, feral growl tears from his throat, vibrating through your entire body as he finally swells inside you. His release floods you in hot, unrelenting waves. The heat of it spreads through you, overwhelming and consuming, until your vision blurs and your eyes roll back into your skull. Your voice falters, fading into incoherent whimpers and soft, shuddering gasps. The only sound left is the slick, clenching noises of your joined bodies as his hips jerk against yours in erratic, desperate thrusts.

He stays buried inside you, trembling with the aftershocks of his long-denied release, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pants. His claws, which had shredded the sheets, now grip the bed as though anchoring himself, his chest heaving with each shallow gasp. His long face remains tucked against your neck, his hot breath brushing over your damp skin.

“Finally,” he murmurs.

You almost laugh, you would surely laugh if you could do anything besides laying beneath him, breathless and boneless.

[filthylittlesnack]

i'm a day late but it's fiiiiiiiine

Just got the thought of free use city x valentine's day and 😳

Ooooh and how I love you so much for asking!!!

Valentine’s Day in a Free Use City is possibly the most important holiday of the year. For one day it’s like the entire world stops and people can spend the day with their loved ones. Most businesses and companies give their employees the day off and FUCC (Free Use City College) cancels all classes.

If you think about trying to buy your partner any chocolate for Valentine’s Day then prepare for it to be most definitely filled an aphrodisiac. The week before the day all stores that get any kind of chocolate product buy the alternative product. And they sell out even faster.

Valentine’s Day is also the most profitable and busiest day of the year for the Free Use City. If you’ve run late or forgot about getting your partner a gift, you’ll find little to no luck getting a gift in the city. Everyone in FUC takes Valentine’s Day very seriously, its population planning for the day weeks if not months in advance. Stores sell out on stuffed animals and sex toys faster than you can blink.

It is also surprisingly, the quietest day of the year. Couples of all kinds rather at home or in one of the few establishments open on the day, so busy fucking each other’s hearts out there that it leaves the streets nearly empty. And for those single on Valentine’s Day, it’s never hard to find someone to spend the day with.

Anyone you happen across on the street would be more than willing to spend the day with you. Because for people in Free Use City, it’s not just about romantic love but about the need for connection and community.

Which also coincidentally leads to many organized orgies during Valentine’s Day. There will even be specified events held where people can come together and fuck. Everyone’s holes getting stuffed to the brim and filled with never ending cum. No one stopping until everyone is limp and satisfied. The entire group basking in the company and the heavy smell of sex and incense.

No matter where you go or what you do, in a Free Use City you’ll always end the day feeling utterly fucked out and undeniably euphoric.

[filthylittlesnack]

Lusty for love

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!

Cupid (monster) x fem!witch reader || sex pollen, (light) dub con, breeding, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink

You were stupid. A bit more stupid than normal at least.

You were trying to get some new potions to work when you accidentally spilled the pink powder he gifted you specially for lust potions. The pink powder was obtained from the cupid species, they produced it on their wings and any human or monster would instantly fall into a lustful frenzy once they touched it. And that’s why it was so hard to get, they had to give it to you specifically with a very clear intent of lust...

Your cupid friend gave it to you as a birthday present, and you were supposed to drop an itty bitty quantity in each potion because every time someone used the powder, he would feel it. You promised not to use much, always controlling how many potions you’d make… But you weren’t expecting for it to slip your fingers and pretty much cover your whole body. Your skin was tingling and your brain was barely coherent when you dialed his number.

“I need your help,” you whispered against the speaker, not letting him even say hello.

His response was instantaneous: “What happened?” You could hear him batting his wings in the background, and you were sure he was already mid air coming to get you. He must have felt the powder activating.

“I- I dropped the pink powder on me,” you confessed, your breathing labored and your skin tingly.

Fuck, you were about to burst and you didn’t even move. You’d never felt such intensity before, it was like every inch of your body was electrified and caressed at the same time, even the touch of the clothes over your body felt erotic.

“Fuck,” he cursed. The air against the phone was enough to know he was rushing to your house, his wings almost deafening in the background.

“Please, please…” You barely made sense, your brain was fuzzy in a way that made your clit tingle and your panties were so wet you could already feel your juices ruining your pants.

“Fuck,” he cursed again. In other circumstances you would have blushed, your unrequited crush on your cupid best friend making you feel all kinds of emotions. But you weren’t thinking straight, and he was talking again: “I’ll be there in a few minutes, take your clothes off, rub your pretty little clit until you are dripping wet because as soon as I cross your window I’m going to be inside of you, and I won’t stop until you are dripping with my come for every single hole.”

His words drove your brain into a frenzy, the effect of the pink powder getting even stronger as you did as you were told, pulling at your clothes so fast and hard you broke something. You didn’t care, you’d deal with whatever tore later on. You laid on your potions table, not caring about everything falling down or the million little pieces of glass that were probably on the ground, you had only one focus: obey. Your fingers found your clit and you started rubbing rapidly, moaning against the phone.

“You sound so sweet, good damn it. I knew you’d be perfect,” his words meant nothing and all at the same time, your inside twisting and turning as your pussy contracted over nothing, making you whine and beg. “I know, love, I know.” You could hear him breathing hard, the powder probably affecting him too, and with each movement of his wings you could feel him getting closer.

The second your window opened with a big crash, you were begging for him and he was falling to his knees next to the table, not caring about the glass, grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs as far apart as possible. He set his big body between them, his wings so wide and soft you felt the tickle against your knees when he pushed your legs over his shoulders.

The first contact of his tongue against your tender flesh feels like lightning hitting your body. And it only turned better when his dexterous tongue found your clit. He ate you out like a starving monster, fucking in and out of your pussy with his forked tongue until you were screaming his name and asking for more. More. More.

You came in less than two minutes, with his fingers pressing against your G-spot and your brain turning into jelly inside your head. It was so much and so little at the same time. You needed more. You needed him inside of you in any way you could. You pushed your torso up, pulling your legs off his shoulders and shoved his chest back until he was a few feet back. You jumped off the table, not even feeling the tiny glasses on the ground as you walked over them.

It was like your orgasm only made you hornier, more desperate, you needed him more than you needed your next breath. “Let me suck you off, please, please…” You begged, your eyes fixated on his dick straining against his pants.

You fumbled with the zipper, and he helped you, looking at you with such tenderness that your heart was about to explore out of your chest. But first: dick.

“Okay, love. Okay. Whatever you want. You can do whatever you want to me.” His words sounded like a promise, and your brain was so fuzzy you could only nod as you fell to your knees. “Open up,” he ordered, taking himself on his hand and caressing your cheek with the other. He fed you his cock and you swallowed it down greedily. “That’s it, such a good witch for me, such a pretty mouth wrapped around my shaft. Fuck, do that again.”

You rolled your tongue over his head, pressing against the underside where you knew he was most sensitive. That cupid anatomy book coming in handy when you were wrapping your hand at his base and squeezing until you felt the ridges inside move. He cursed over you, his hand grabbing your hair so harshly you felt the tiny spikes of pain, but that only made you moan louder around him.

He cursed again, telling you nonsense as he moved his dick in and out of your mouth slightly. “Fuck, your mouth, love. You are perfect. You are so good to me. I’ve been wanting to have you like this forever. Good goddess, your mouth.” You grabbed his ass, trying to get him closer, further down your throat, but he stopped you. “None of that, I… I need you. I need to be inside of you. After that you can play with me all you want.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” your voice was airy and low, and without a doubt you knew your whole body was pink all over.

He helped you to your feet, claiming your mouth in a brain melting kiss before grabbing your ass and helping you back onto the table. His fingers found your pussy at the same time he positioned himself on your opening. “You are so wet, fuck.” He pushed the tip inside, and you were indeed so wet he slipped right in.

He cursed in so many languages you weren’t sure how many words he said, but you were in heaven. You reached Valhalla or whatever other heaven there existed out there. All at once. None at all… You touched the stars and came back to your body when he moved his hips back, pushing right back in and drawing a scream out of your lungs.

And then there was no more playing, only frantic fucking and dirty words.

“Do you like me, love? Do you like the feel of my cock inside of you? Do you like when I say dirty things to you?” You shivered, nodding frantically as you rolled your hips, chasing some of the pleasure he was promising you with his thrusts. “Of course you do, you love to be fucked this hard, this fast… You never had it so good, did you? None of your stupid boyfriends was as good as me. Say it.”

“None were… None as good as you…” Your voice was trembling, his thrusts too fast and harsh, but you couldn’t complain. You wouldn’t. It was that good.

“I know darling, I know nobody was as good as me. But you didn’t let me tell you that, did you? You were always with one or another, never enough time for me to fuck you as you deserved. To treat you as you deserve. To make you fucking mine,” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust that hit right over your G-spot, sending sparks of desire and pleasure to your brain until you were drooling over the table. “Tell me I’m wrong, tell me you don’t like me like that and I’ve been pining over you for nothing,” his anger was palpable in each thrust of his hips inside your pussy, his ridges undulating and massaging you from the inside.

“I CAN’T. I CAN’T. YOU ARE RIGHT!” You screamed as another wave of pleasure washes over your body.

But he wasn’t listening to you, he was too focused on his actions, on driving you insane. “You can’t because you like me. You’ve liked me as long as I’ve liked you and you’ve been denying us both. For what? For some flimsy human dick? No more, love. You don’t go back to anyone else anymore. You. Are. Mine. To. Please.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours…”

And then there’s fireworks behind your eyelids and your brain is short circuiting. You could barely hold your body up as he expanded his dick inside of you, the cupid trick of locking inside your tight pussy was multiplied by a thousand because of the pink dust, and you could only scream silently as he bred you to the brim and your vision turned white behind your eyelids.

You came back to your body resting over his chest, the soft feathers tickling your cheek as you looked down at his wet dick, still half hard. Your body still craved him, and you were about to act on it when he said: “For what’s worth… I really like you like that, too, love,” he whispered against your sweaty forehead, his breathing labored as his dick twitched in your line of sight.

You threw a leg over his middle, rubbing your still dripping pussy over his dick. “Prove it.”

And he did.

(He was also true to his promise to leave you leaking and bred from every single hole, but that’s a story for another day...)

[filthylittlesnack]

hi, big fan of your writings!! could you do a fem!reader being free-use’d and bred by anthropomorphic bug people, with noncon/dubcon, and intox/drug venom? the darker and more objectifying, the better!

More bugs? Plus egging, intox, noncon and the reader having a really, really bad time? Sounds like fun!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 45: Resistance

This episode concerns Chitinids, we've seen them before in episodes 25 and 26

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; warcrimes; military occupation; intox; freeuse; Interspecies; group sex; oviposition; implied impending character death; parasitic pregnancy; forced breeding;

A/N: Another day, another reminder that requests are open, and that if you want to see anything, send an ask or a DM and it'll be added to the list of stories to tell!

Long-time readers will notice a bit of a retcon with a returning species of alien bugs, but hell to it! Nobody's reading these for the rich, cohesive world

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The cities were clean. The streets quiet. Everything eerily safe and sterile. The Chitinid gunships patrolling sky saw to that. They were silent, hanging ominously in the air in exactly the way bricks don't.

You hurried from your office, aiming to get to the old library before one of them noticed something awry. There's always people on the streets, going to and fro, everybody had jobs although nobody really did anything at them. The work was just sitting in meetings and firing off salvos of emails that would be diligently opened and summarily ignored. Chitinid tech had ended world hunger, cured almost all disease, even fixed the climate. Only problem is, it came at the cost of billions of human lives.

They didn't try to hide the farms, where people were processed and converted to semi-conscious milk producers, or the trade in human pets where some of the wealthiest of your insectile overlords would own a human or four, implanting them with cruel machinery to force their subservience. They also didn't hide the 60-minute war, the last stand of the old world. London, New York, Washington, LA, every city with more than a million people was emptied within ten minutes of formal first contact. Humanity launched every warhead that seventy years of paranoia and hate had stockpiled. Those suspension fields caught every one, redirecting them to deep space. The last of mankind capitulated.

Except you, and a dozen or so others you knew of. Rebels in the dark. Your cell was in terse contact with another, who told you they knew of at least one other, and so the chain went on. It's safer if no one link in the chain know too much about any of the others, but some interesting word has come down the grapevine. In your bag was a thermos filled with nitroglycerin, one of your friends was working on a detonator, a set of elevator codes had came over the radio.

The plan was simple, get to the parts together, get to the roof of a building, and drop the package onto a gunship. It wouldn't win the war, it wouldn't even reallt slow them down, but it would send a message. They hadn't won yet, far from it.

The cell met in a cellar under the library. The building had been a pub decades ago, and the old cellar still existed under the stone floor, the hatch hidden under a rug behind the reception desk. Nobody said much, the group was too close knit to need signs and countersigns. The device came together gradually, a cacophony of held breath as the mercury fulminate charge was lowered into the flask, and you were set.

No time to lose. The plan was your baby, and you weren't going to leave it to chance. The codes you had were for an office building, likely to be empty this late at night. You dodged the pools of light coming from the streetlamps. The foyer was unlocked, as promised, and the lift code worked. Clutching your flask to your chest, you ascended the building. It used to be some bank or other, now it's the same office as everywhere else, but the building was still tall.

The penthouse office. You moved carefully, an overeager step would echo off the polished marble tile. The huge desk stood unoccupied, the roof access behind it. You made for the rail overlooking the west corner of the building, and there it was. A black shape on the dim streets below. The gunship stopped at the intersection and scanned its surroundings. You dropped the bomb.

An azure light caught it in midair, projected from the gunship. You ran. A confinement field shone down over you, inches from the door back into the office. Dust whipped around you. The world flipped.

You're in a cell now. Three Chitinids stood watching you. They spoke amongst themselves, or maybe they were speaking to you? You never learned the chittering language they used, and they don't normally speak English. You tried to move in the azure light, the tingling numbness stopped that. One of the bugs held a screen to your face. The library. Your stomach knotted up as you realised, this is a live feed.

Gunfire rained on the old building, within seconds it was rubble, a minute reduced it to a hole. You screamed, rage and hate filling your voice. The bugs laughed, keeping up the bombardment.

One approached you, pushing its sharp mandibles into your face. Strong hands gripped your clothing, tearing it off. You floated, naked and immobile as the three bugs paced around you, pinching and prodding, laughing at your yelps and threats. One grabbed your ass, pulling you weightlessly towards it in the field. A sharp barb jutted out from its mouthparts, and sank into your shoulder.

Your yells turned to moans. It had drugged you with something. Your body got hotter. You tried to turn and grapple it, but all the strength in the world wouldn't move you. One in front stepped up to you, both forelimbs on your tits as one of the lower arms grabbed your cunt, sinking angled fingers into you.

Your body spasmed, you swore as you felt yourself clench around him. The one behind you laughed and bit you again, giving you another dose of the venom.

You came around the fingers stuck in you, cursing and crying as you did. It released your tits and knelt down in front of you, using its forelimb to tease your clit as it pumped its hand into you.

Tears welled in your eyes as you felt another orgasm come on, you tried to suppress it. The one forcing its hands into your cunt bit you. Its mouth barb lanced into the flesh above your womb, instantly driving you over the edge again. You felt yourself spasm and squirt uncontrollably as the roaches laughed at you again. They tipped you over, flipping you end over end in the light, bringing you to rest face-up, waist high to them.

They loomed over you. Sizing you up as you quivered and squirmed, your breath catching, fluid still dripping in thick droplets from your cunt. Chitinous plates parted on the one stood near your face. A long, ribbed appendage slid out of the gap, dripping dark fluid of its own onto your face. You felt your legs part and what you imagined would be a similar thing brush the lips of your swollen cunt. A chittered word, and both thrust into you at once.

The slime was thick, and bitter. It hurt your throat to swallow it, but it filled you with heat, stronger than the venom from their mouths. The one in your pussy was having a similar effect, making your walls shudder and clench against it, the ribs of its exoskeletal cock stimulating you as he slid them in and out of you. Tears were streaming down your face now, moans turning to screams, and back to moans as the cocktail of aphrodisiac mingled in you, driving you beyond your breaking point.

All you could feel was the cocks pounding your body, again and again making you cum all over them.

All you could see was the screen, the smoking hole that was the library burned into your mind's eye.

You felt the one in your throat cum. It forced itself further in, spraying a thick slime down your neck. You gagged, the instinct to swallow the only thing stopping you drowning on the thick cock-slime being pumped into your belly.

It hurt. The slow-moving load coating your insides. Every beat of your heart making your head spin. You couldn't even feel the one in your cunt unloading into your clenching womb. The potent drugs in their sexual fluids keeping you dazed and in a constant orgasm.

You didn't notice the third had a different appendage. Wider, with a bulbous tip. You didn't sense it slide into you, pumping eggs into your cunt where they lodged into your womb, fertilising from the ocean of bug spunk in your body. You could half-see it as it lay its ovipositor on your lips, stopping your breathing as it forced its way into your throat. More eggs, pushing down into your stomach, fertilising, embedding.

You wouldn't be able to know what would happen to you when the eggs hatch.

You couldn't know the hosts of Chitinid young rarely survive to tell of what happens next.

You'll find out

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Dark enough for you?

[filthylittlesnack]

For Valentine’s Day…😘

Imagine going to a speed dating event where you’re stuck in a wall, ass bare and out, getting railed by various monster cocks to see if they like your holes. You know, to test out that relationship compatibility 🥰

P. S. I’d 100% trust you to be my monster match maker at the Human Adoption Agency. Wish I could work there…I’d probably be the best employee of the month, every month 🥲

-👘

NSFW content!

I'm thinking of a Monster Matchmaking event where you may test your sexual compatibility with all kinds of creatures: werewolves, vampires, hybrids, tentacle monstrosities, eldritch aberrations.

It's more of a one-sided decision, you see. The beastly beings are beyond elated to have their way with a human. A human! They're fascinated, curious, and greedy. They turn you around, pin you down under their hold, observe your reactions with insatiable lust. They could be doing this forever.

That is to say, there's no preferences to be discussed. All of them are completely enamored, trying their best to claim you as their own. It's up to you to decide whether you have a favorite.

Perhaps you found it particularly arousing, the way your werewolf match knotted you and held you underneath him, grunting about what a perfect breeding toy you are. Or maybe you enjoyed being sprawled open by the many slithering tentacles of your Lovecraftian partner, as it whispered sweet promises in cursed tongues.

If you're unsure, well, there's no other choice but to repeat the process all over again. Valentine's Day? Strange, they could've sworn it was closer to a week, or a month, or...

[filthylittlesnack]

Monster Husbands and Their Favorite Kinks

Pairing: Different Monsters x Reader

Warnings: Cockwarming, Dacryphilia, Bondage, Small Mention Of Blood Kink But Nothing Graphic, Tentacles, Public Sex, Predator Kink, Double/Triple Penetration, Excessive Penetration

Naga Husband is obsessed with cockwarming. He loves holding you in his arms and keeping his body tight against yours; if he can have his cocked buried inside you, then it’s even better. He threw out all of your panties when you started dating just so he could have easier access. 

Vampire Husband is obsessed with bondage. Most people assume his favorite kink is a blood kink, and while that is a close second, he goes absolutely crazy when he gets you restrained. The sight of you tied up and completely at his mercy gets him rock hard immediately, and your trust in him never fails to have his undead heart swelling with love for you.

Merman Husband loves dacryphilia. He loves making you cum over and over again until you are a crying mess. Salty teardrops pouring from your eyes. He loves to keep fucking you, his cock abusing your g-spot, while he licks the tears off your flushed cheeks. 

Tentacle monster husband loves triple penetrations. Loves when he can fuck you so thoroughly with a tentacle in your throat, pussy, and ass. It never fails to make him fill you with his slimy cum, usually faster than he wants. And once he works you open and can start getting multiple tentacles in your dripping holes; you are practically always filled.

Gargoyle husband loves public sex. He loves taking you in front of his fellow gargoyles. He loves fucking your soft and wet cunt as they watch you fall apart on his cock over and over again.  His cock throbs as he catches their eyes trained on your bouncing tits as he uses his claws to pinch and pull your sensitive nipples. He loves knowing they can watch and want all they please, but they will never know the softness of his wife’s body. 

Werewolf husband loves predator/prey. He loves hunting you down as you run through the woods, using the scent of your arousal to track you. His cock throbs to the pace of your racing heart as he gets closer and closer before he finally pounces, taking you on the forest ground and ravishing you until you’re nothing but a wet hole for his pleasure.

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[filthylittlesnack]

Becoming the Queen

Bee hybrids x Fem!Reader

warning: oviposition, orgy, breeding, oral

WK: 5k

A/N: I hope this is alright for a Valentine’s Day special… this is a commission, hehe. The lovely members on kofi got to see this 2 weeks early ><

It was early, the grass you trudged through to get to work still wet with the morning dew. You never truly enjoyed waking up before the sun rose, but you loved what you did and could never give it up.

You were a florist, owning the only flower shop in the county. People from all over would come to buy a bouquet, and you were up to your head in flower arrangements by the late afternoon.

Some customers were kind, tipping you well and making sure their flowers were well taken care of. Others got on your very last nerve, daring to say your flowers seemed old or wilted.

It took everything in you not to leap over the counters. You could take people insulting you, but no one could insinuate that your flowers weren’t perfect. You grew them yourself, preening and watering them to perfection.

As you neared your flower shop, you noticed there were more customers than usual waiting outside. Usually most of your sales happened after 10 am, not so early in the day.

But as you took out your keys and looked up, you realized that not all of them were there for flowers.

One of your windows was broken, shards of glass covering the floor and a bit of blood staining the windowsill. Something has smashed through the glass!

And from taking one look into your shop, you realized that they hadn’t just broken your window.

Bouquets lay strewn across the cool tiles, petals blowing in the wind as you opened the door. Someone or something had been in your shop and had ruined your carefully arranged bouquets.

A shard of one of your potted plants crunched under your foot as you took in all the damage that had been done. It would set you back several weeks.

“Damn it…”

Although it frustrated you to no end, you brushed off your skirt and set off to the back, grabbing a broom and getting to work.

After getting the mess up and opening up the shop, you tried your best not to think about what destroyed your inventory. You focused on your work instead. It was always easy to lose yourself in a good book while waiting on your next customer, but today your mind kept wandering back to potential culprits.

There were a group of teenagers that vandalized a restaurant a block away last week. At the local boba place, someone had been stealing the boba and straws. It wasn’t unthinkable that the other incidents may be related to what happened earlier that morning.

You closed the shop for the night, sighing as you zipped up your hoodie. It was way too cold, you’d have to bring your coat tomorrow if you planned on being out this late.

It couldn’t be helped, you had to stay after closing to contact clients and refer them to other florists that could get their arrangements done now that the ones you prepared were ruined.

Thankfully, most of your clients were kind enough to overlook it, but you received a few earfuls that you couldn’t complain about. At least they weren’t leaving a bad review…

The night air made you shiver. You rubbed your arms and continued on home, dreading tomorrow. There was so much work you’d have to redo, and money you would lose out on.

‘I hope there’s going to be enough money left over for me to pay my bills this month…’

You were stirred from your thoughts when you felt a chill go down your spine. For a moment you just assumed it was the frigid temperatures making you feel this way, but something was off.

The world around you was quiet. The way home had sparse light, and before that night you had never been afraid of the dark. It comforted you, in fact.

But as you froze in the middle of the path, your heart thumping against your chest, you realized that there was a sound that drowned out everything else. You hadn’t noticed it at first, and now it was almost unbearably loud.

A buzzing filled the air, and you quickly had to cover your ears as it only increased in volume.

You picked up something else, the smell of honey. Slowly, you opened your eyes.

It took a moment to fully comprehend what was before you. There were several humanoid silhouettes surrounding you, and their outlines were… fluffy?

“Is this really her?”

“Yes, I told you she was soft!”

“And she makes the flowers bloom?”

“Yes, yes!”

A hand reached out to tilt your chin up, and you were face to face with some kind of insect-like creature. It was taller than any man you had ever seen, with big black eyes and yellow… fluff? Fuzz? You weren’t sure, but these things didn’t have normal human skin.

“Ah, she’s just as pretty as you said.”

The other creatures let out a satisfied buzz, encircling you. They all seemed rather curious and excited, lifting up parts of your clothing and examining you.

“H-hey!”

When you yelped, they all backed off, seeming confused and a little hurt. “Wh… what the hell are you… things? Why are you following me!?”

The leader stepped forward again, a bit sheepish but understanding. “Sorry… we saw how upset you were about the mess we made and-“

“You all caused that mess!?”

They all let out whines and upset buzzes as you groaned. The entire day had been a nightmare you’d wake up from soon. It had to be.

“I’m going to bed…”

You moved past the group, but they followed after you, seeming concerned and nervous.

“But you’re coming with u-“

His mouth was covered by another’s hand. “We’re sorry for the mess. Please, we’ll help repay you tomorrow. So… don’t be too angry.”

It was hard to stay too angry with them, they sounded genuinely remorseful and a touch sad. “… alright, but you’ll need to be here early tomorrow.”

You went to bed, figuring that this would all be over once you had a good night of sleep. There were no strange bee-like creatures in your front yard, no difficult messes to deal with, just a bad dream.

Unfortunately you were very wrong.

Walking outside with your hot coffee and sporting your pajamas, you were met with several expectant faces.

“You’re awake!”

You stood there for a moment, blinking sluggishly before staring down at your coffee. After blinking a few times, you breathed in and out.

“So… you are real then.”

The creatures were bee hybrids, a species you heard about before. Hybrids weren’t exactly uncommon, but it was rare for insect based hybrids to leave their hives or nests to interact with humans.

They did keep their promise and help you prepare bouquets the entire day, pollinating your flowers and following after you baby ducklings with their mother.

Unbeknownst to you, the bees had been watching you for a while.

It started when they lost their queen.

For months she had been bedridden, and no eggs were laid. Of course, the bee hybrids were much more concerned about their beloved queen than eggs, but she was beside herself with worry.

“Who will take care of you when I’m gone?”

The queen knew she was well past her egg bearing years and was going to die soon. After all, what purpose did a queen have when she couldn’t expand the hive?

“Don’t say things like that, your majesty. You won’t leave us…”

They were stricken with grief after her passing, nearly a year went by before they even considered a new queen.

Their last one had been a bee hybrid born in that very hive. Wanting to keep the tradition of raising a new queen wasn’t possible since she had only ever birthed sons.

Not wanting to take the chance of foreign bee hives trying to spy on them by giving them a female, the bee hybrids looked elsewhere for their next queen.

You happened to be a perfect match.

Not only were you beautiful and plump as a good queen should be, your kind nature and gentle heart told them you would be an amazing mother to the little ones.

The only problem was getting you to the hive.

“She’s so pretty, I love her…” said one of the bee hybrids, his wings fluttering as he watched you remove the thorns from some roses.

“She is. I want to stuff her full of my e-“

The others turned red and buzzed at the horny bee. “H-hey, don’t talk about the queen like that!”

“But that’s what everyone’s thinking…”

The worker bees pouted, flying around you and offering pollen or honey. The guards watched from afar.

Most of the bee hybrids were not what you would call… intelligent. But there were some that ran the show and made all of the important decisions.

“We’ll take her soon. Our hive needs a queen, and if we don’t get one soon, everyone will go mad. We need a queen to mate and protect, it’s what keeps us calm,” said one of the guards, his stinger twitching and ready to attack.

“But she loves working with the flowers. What if we put a strain on her mind? If she is unwell, our hive will suffer with her.”

That was true, the bee hybrids’ productivity and mental well being depended on you. If you were depressed, they would be as well. Not only that, they’d be constantly trying to cheer you up and become worse if you remained in that state for too long.

“I think I know what we can do to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

~

You had never felt so tired in your entire life. The day hadn’t been so tough, but as you closed your eyes to go to bed, suddenly your body felt so heavy that you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to get up.

Sleep took you, and when you woke up everything seemed… different.

Your usually stiff bed felt incredibly soft, your body melting into the plush material.

“Ugh…”

The moment you let out a groan, you heard the sound of buzzing and frantic voices.

“The queen is awake!”

“Oh, my queen are you alright?”

“Hurry, prepare her breakfast and bring the towels for the bath!”

You rubbed your eyes as you listened to the bustling around you. When your vision was no longer blurry, you could hardly believe what you were seeing.

No longer were you in your small bedroom in your modest home by the forest. The walls of your room were shaped like a honeycomb… no, they were a honeycomb. You could even see the amber colored liquid pooling at the bottom as some bee hybrids scooped it up.

You were laid out on a king sized bed, with thick blankets and plush pillows surrounding you like some kind of nest.

Surrounding you was a swarm of bee hybrids. Some were teeming with excitement and giddy energy, while others peeked around their fellow hybrids with curiosity. The ones closest to you, though, seemed a mix of concerned and nervous, fretting over you.

“Oh, what if she isn’t feeling well? Should we give her some honey?”

“Breakfast first, she can have honey on toast or biscuits.”

“Humans really eat honey in that way?”

While you struggled to get your bearings, they continued to flit about the room doing various things to acclimate you.

“Where… am I?”

Every single one of the bee hybrids paused, their attention solely on you. Several whispered among themselves as their gaze stayed on your plump figure.

“You’re home, my queen.”

A taller, less fluffy bee hybrid walked forward, his expression neutral. He kneeled before you, taking your hand and raising it to his mouth for a kiss.

“Q-queen? What do you-“

All at once they all rushed forward to dote on you. Your body was covered in kisses, and you could feel their soft fluff almost everywhere.

“My queen, we’re so happy!”

“We promise you’ll have a good life here, no more stress or worry!”

Gentle nips and bites were pressed into your sensitive neck and thighs, hands moving to caress and grope all of your body.

You were still groggy, and immediately began to warm up when one hand found its way to your inner thigh. When you let out a startled moan, the bees on the bed began to buzz and focus on that spot.

“Our queen is sensitive!”

A few of them pried your thighs open, inspecting your bare cunt and giving it a few experimental touches and licks. Had they undressed you beforehand?

Their tongues were long and thin, delicate against your slowly hardening clit. You could tell they were all excited by the way their buzzing increased and their bodies shook.

Your scent filled the air, attracting more bee hybrids from the hall. The ones on the bed touched and fondled your sleepy body as the others watched from the sidelines.

Your face heated up when you realized they were stroking their cocks, their eyes glued on your body and the way it was being played with by their peers.

There was no chance to react or cry out in protest, you were being too overwhelmed by pleasure. One of their tongues entered your cunt, making your eyes widen and your fists clench the silk bed sheet underneath you.

“She likes that, don’t stop.”

You felt one of them latch onto your breasts, their long tongue swirling around your nipple. Their antennae tickled your face, and you felt completely overstimulated.

Every touch made you twist and buck your hips, it was hard to control yourself. Never before had you felt such intense pleasure, and it was making you see stars.

‘This has to be some sort of wet dream…’ you thought to yourself, squishing your plush thighs together. ‘Might as well enjoy it…’

“Is she ready yet?” one of them cooed, nuzzling their fluffy face against your neck.

“Not for eggs, but…”

The others backed off, and a smaller, more feminine looking bee hybrid climbed on top of you. He was still at least half a foot taller than you, but tiny compared to the others.

“H-hello, my queen…” he chirped shyly, giving your cheek an affectionate nuzzle. “I’ll be the one to mate with you first…”

He was even fluffier than the others, and his cock was already twitching against your thigh. It was more long than thick, and had a pinkish, orange color.

You reached out to touch it, your fingers wrapping around his length. This made the smaller bee hybrid gasp, his hips bucking wildly in surprise.

The other hybrids stepped closer, buzzing with both excitement and jealousy. Already, the single male was receiving all of your attention… they all wanted a turn!

Fortunately for you, they had been ordered to give you space. This would be your first time with a bee hybrid, and if they weren’t careful, they could end up hurting their precious queen.

Your health and well being meant more to them than anything else.

“M-my queen, ahh!”

His eyes glistened with flustered tears as you stroked his cock, honey colored precum seeping out of the tip. You couldn’t remember the last time you had pleasured yourself.

If this was a dream, you were going to have fun.

You laid on your back, pulling the hybrid in by his hips. It was clear out of the two of you, he was the one lacking experience.

“Oh, you’re so pretty my queen-“ he blubbered out, his hips rutting against yours as his cock settled between your pussy lips. You could feel his tip kissing your clit, and it was enough to have you both let out a shuddering moan.

“Mmph…”

You kissed him, letting his long tongue slip down your throat as you moved your hand to guide his cock towards your entrance.

The moan he let out in your mouth as he sunk into your fat cunt was sinful, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed several of the bees were fucking their fists to the sight of you being fucked by one of their own.

“T-too good! I’m gonna-“

His cum spurted into your womb, he was finishing before he could even properly thrust in and out of you. You were going to whine about it, but something caused you to pause your complaints.

While his cock twitched inside of you, it swelled up, and before you could question what was happening, eggs began to pool into your womb along with his cum.

The feeling of them being fucked into you, stretching your pussy out as the eggs were laid inside of you made your head spin.

Your pussy clenched around the eggs, and before you knew it you were cumming harder than you ever had before. You arched your back, tears running down your cheeks as you rode out your high.

By the end of it, you were a mess. Cum from both you and the bee hybrid pooled around your thighs, soaking into the expensive feeling sheets.

“This… isn’t a dream, is it?”

The hybrid gathered around you, some cooing over your spent, naked body while others were desperate to have their hands on you.

“It’s no dream, my queen!”

“We all love you!”

“Let’s get you to the bath, you deserve to relax!”

You let out a tired sigh as you were carried away. The tub was nearly as big as your bedroom back home, and several of the bees joined you in the warm, pleasantly scented water.

You could smell fresh flowers and honey, and you let out a sigh of relief when several pairs of hands went to work massaging your sore muscles. A pair of two slipped between your thighs, toying with your sensitive clit and feeling around to make sure all of the eggs were safe and sound inside of you.

“Is the water warm enough, my queen?”

Hands cupped your breasts, giving them a playful squeeze before rubbing honey scented soap into them. “Mmph, yes, it’s good…”

You glanced down at your belly, noticing it poked out slightly. The memory of how the eggs felt being pushed inside of you made your cheeks heat up.

This was all a lot to process. If this wasn’t a dream like you had originally assumed, then that meant you had been taken away to a bee hybrid hive and made into a queen.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions…” another bee said, giving you a sympathetic look. “But you don’t have to worry, we’ll cater to your every want and need. You’ll never want for anything.”

Deciding a fight wasn’t worth it, you sunk back into the warm water, letting yourself be pampered and taken care of for now.

“… I want to talk to whoever is in charge here.”

The two hybrid bathing you shared a look before speaking.

“That would be you, my queen.”

You placed a hand on your temple, rubbing it before replying. “I mean, who decided that I would be queen? Surely someone here has been making decisions regarding the hive while there was no queen.”

A silence fell over the room, the only sound being the water droplets falling from your skin.

“Well… I guess that would be the council. Are you requesting a meeting with the council, my queen?”

You nodded, and the two stood before getting you dried off and dressed. They were obedient, doing exactly as you asked. “Are you sure, my queen? You still need your breakfast and-“

“I’m sure, take me to the council.”

The walls of the hive were made of honeycomb, unsurprisingly. Each section contained a bee hybrid that was hard at work, making honey while chattering amongst themselves.

“Haven’t you heard, Bumble? There’s a new queen, and she’s a pretty one too!”

“Yeah, she’s already had her first batch of eggs too!”

“That’s not fair, I wanted to give the queen my eggs first!”

You avoided making eye contact with them, your cheeks hot with embarrassment again. It flustered you to know their words were causing your panties to grow wet.

Hiding was useless, though. The scent of your arousal caused the bee hybrids near you to react. Their antennas twitched while their cocks hardened the second your scent reached them. It was an immediate reaction that had you hiding within the safety of your guards as you were escorted to the council.

“My queen, what brings you here?”

You stood before the council, looking up at their pleasantly surprised faces. There were around 30 of them, all sitting in a half circle. Papers were piled next to each bee, and even while their full attention was on you, their hands still moved to work on the papers in front of them.

‘Busy and a bee’ was a phrase you heard a lot growing up, and as you watched them flit about the room, writing and shouting orders all while keeping their eyes on you, it finally dawned on you how accurate it was.

“I came here with questions. My first one is why am I here?”

They paused their work for a moment, and some shooed away any bees that weren’t in the council before shutting the doors.

“… as you may know, bee hybrid hives consist mainly of males,” one of the council members began, standing and walking towards you.

“Female bees are not born often, meaning that we cannot run a hive without… taking a female on as our queen,” another finished, setting aside a stack of finished papers.

“It’s also a great way to diversify the hive and prevent… inbreeding.”

You raised an eyebrow as the bee hybrid stood in front of you. He was nearly 10 feet tall, and crouched down in front of you, taking your hand before kissing the back of it.

When he looked into your eyes, they sparkled with devotion. “Our undercover agents have been watching you for months. You’re kind, and you love nature. You must know that without a queen, our hive will die out within a year.”

It was hard to look away from his dark orbs. The way he looked at you made your heart race.

“I know that we took you away without asking, but we cannot let you go. Please know that you will be treated with the utmost care, and you will be pampered beyond belief.”

For a moment you stayed quiet, your expression softening. “… what would be expected of me as queen?”

The entire council perked up, some leaping out of their seats in excitement without warning. They quickly returned to their work when the leader gave them a warning glance.

“You only have a handful of responsibilities each day. You greet the public, bond with the children, attend diplomatic meetings, and… breed with your loyal subjects to create your children.”

Your face heated up at the memory of your morning session with the pretty bee hybrid.

“And… I do these every day?”

They nodded. “Diplomatic meetings are less frequent, but everything else is daily.”

Daily… you’d get fucked like that daily?

‘Am I really going to abandon the life I’ve been living for the past few years just to get a good fuck and some pampering?’

Yes. Yes you were.

“Alright… I’m in. Not like I have much of a choice in the matter anyways…”

The bees surrounding you let out happy whines and buzzes. You were surrounded once again, being nuzzled and pulled into fluffy chests. They were all scenting you, obviously happy you were going to be their queen of your own free will.

“Then let’s get you some breakfast, my queen. You have much to do!”

Breakfast was filled with lots of chattering among your current attendants. They were fluffy, jealous things that lounged about in your quarters, burying their faces into your soft body and gossiping amongst themselves.

Once you were done eating, you were escorted to your first duty as queen.

“I hope your royal attendants behaved well. They are just excited to have a queen to dote on again. If you have any sexual needs or desires, they will perform them for you. And do not worry, they cannot produce eggs, so they exist purely for your pleasure and entertainment.”

It seemed strange, but your attendants seemed quite happy and spoiled, so you continued to follow the councilman in charge or guiding you.

“This is the nursery.”

The walls had the same honeycombs as the rest of the hive, but in each one was a crib and a sleeping babe. On the carpeted floor, toddlers waddled and crawled about, playing with toys as they got in their daily exercise.

Almost like a switch had been flipped, their tiny heads turned towards you. The closest baby bee tears up, their tiny, chubby legs struggling to carry them forward as they toddled their way over.

“M-mama!”

Every child within hearing range made their way over, clinging to your legs and fussing as they attempted to crawl up. They held onto your clothing, suckling on any bare skin they could find in an attempt to nurse.

“H-hey, I’m not your-“

The bee hybrid next to you sighed softly. “They won’t listen. You have the scent of their mother now, they want you to hold and feed them.”

Their little eyes were getting red and puffy from crying, they couldn’t understand why their mama wasn’t holding or feeding them.

It was really tugging at your heartstrings. They were just so little, you couldn’t imagine having a baby and how their innocent minds would try to process your death.

“Hey… it’s okay, mama is right here.”

You sat down, letting them climb into your lap and arms. A team of bee hybrids joined you, helping to bottle feed and soothe them.

“Once the eggs in you begin to grow, you’ll start lactating and will be able to feed hordes of the baby bees,” the councilman said, watching how the young ones bonded with you instantly.

“For now, though… you just need to give them your attention and care. They need it.”

As the little ones were laid down for a nap, you were able to sneak out and leave for your next appointment.

“The entire hive knows there is a new queen, gossip gets out fast,” the councilman said as you ate some lunch. Your attendants were playing with your clit, all cooing over how sensitive and hard it was getting under their touch.

There seemed to be no shame with them. You were sitting in the middle of the cafeteria and no one batted an eye as your fat pussy lips were pulled apart so they could lick and fuck your hole with their long tongues.

“However, you’ll still need to make an official appearance in front of the hive… that, and we’ll need to start the breeding ceremony.”

You were having trouble focusing, your fingers tugging on the hair of the bee between your legs. “C-ceremony?”

“Yes, my queen. It is customary for every bee hybrid to take a few days off of work to come and greet the queen. They all get their turns to mate and fill you with some of their own eggs.”

The ceremony began later in the evening. You were brought out before your loyal subjects, dressed in lacy lingerie and placed on a bed.

You felt less like a beloved ruler, and more like a breeding cow being brought out to be sold to the highest bidder.

Every bee bowed before you, dropping to one knee as they waited for you to speak.

“My loyal subjects…”

Just the sound of your voice sent a shiver of excitement through the crowd. You could see them shaking, few already hard and struggling to keep their hands off their pink, throbbing cocks.

“You have all been gathered here for the… breeding ceremony. As thanks for working as hard as you do, you all get a turn to…”

Again, your cheeks began to warm up. You couldn’t believe you were saying this. “… you all get a turn to breed me, your queen. I will take your eggs and incubate them, ensuring your bloodline will continue.”

With that, you laid down. The councilmen ushered forward a group of bee hybrids, and the breeding commenced.

They didn’t want to hurt you, that much was for sure.

Most of the bee hybrids were several feet taller than you, though some stopped at only a few inches above your head. No matter how much they towered over you, their touch was still gentle and hesitant.

None of them had ever touched a human before, much less mated with one. Your body was so sensitive, responding to every nudge and movement of their hands.

One of them sunk their fingers into your cunt, another offering you their cock. You took it into your mouth, causing them to buck their hips.

Your pussy gushed around their fingers.

“S-she’s getting all wet… my queen, is this good for you?”

“Yes, that means she’s excited! You can mate with her now!”

Each cock that entered you was different. Some were short and thick, others thin and long, but a few were both so girthy and long that you felt like you were being split in two.

At one point you were being fucked while jerking off two other bee hybrid and blowing another, trying to please as many as your subjects at once as possible.

The first creampie was almost soothing, the feeling of eggs filling your needy cunt was… mind blowing. You felt so fulfilled, you wanted to be fucked like this forever.

After the tenth bee hybrid though… you were so stuffed full you could barely think. Your tummy was stretched out, looking just about ready to burst.

“Oh, so pretty…” a bee chittered, rubbing your distended belly. “Our queen is doing so well…”

After another five bees had their way with you, the councilmen stepped forward. “That's enough for now, she needs her rest.”

Your attendants were quick to descend upon the bed, buzzing threateningly at every other hybrid that dared to even look at their exhausted queen.

“You truly did do well…” one of them cooed, kissing your temple after they bathed you then tucked you into bed.

“Sleep, you’ll need your rest. Tomorrow will bring even more eggs.”

As you laid down, curled up with a bee hybrid cuddle pile, you couldn’t help but look forward to tomorrow.

You were already becoming an amazing queen… and it had only been a day.

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