#Breg: Say less.

[eldritch-spouse]

making breg do an interpretive dance every time he wants to breed you

Alright, but prepare yourself because he'll get into it.

Breeder courtship mannerisms are all about showing off by striking contorted poses and displaying flexibility, not to mention the skin flickering. Breg immediately feels relieved when you tell him that he has to dance for you, because it's actually easier than preparing a nice dinner or trying to consistently flirt in a human-acceptable manner.

He can pull off some fascinating moves, actually. Probably not the kind that get you particularly hot under the collar, but it's still a show.

[hanadolphieron]

soulmate!sihyeon~12/5

warnings; insecurities, tattoos, swearing, mentions of death

genre; fluff, soulmate au

pairing; kim sihyeon x gender neutral reader

word count; 857 words

summary; in a world where everyone has a tattoo that connects with their soulmate upon meeting, you find your soulmate in an unexpected place.

everyone on this earth had soulmate at some point or another. obviously, most soulmates were not born at the exact same time, and people die, but everyone will have a soulmate for a period of time, no matter how short.

finding soulmates was a race against time for some- they would dedicate their lives to finding the person, rolling up their sleeves and checking others’ soulmate tattoos etched��on their forearms to see if there was a match, daydreaming about their meeting day and night, gushing about how much they already love the person.

for others, it was less intensive. others would procrastinate their meeting- not feeling ready enough, struggling with insecurities, worrying about their career being ruined, terrified of not loving their soulmate, or even worse, their soulmate not loving them.

you were a mix between the two. you had your lows, where you would look in the mirror and wonder how anyone could ever love you. and you had your highs, where you would walk past a mirror and think about how much your soulmate is going to treasure you and how many adorable pets you’re going to have together.

right now, you were more focused on getting your life together. you never expected to meet your soulmate early, and had almost resigned yourself to being alone for the majority of your life.

so, you were spending your time having fun and experiencing true freedom while it lasts. not that love burdens you, but not having any huge commitments is less pressuring.

currently, having fun meant struggling through a two hour long class class about arts and crafts. which had been your idea, you have to admit, but you signed up for it when you were in one of those extroverted moods, and had made plans that you now absolutely detest.

the giraffe you’re drawing seems to hate its life as much as you do right now. its ugly, distorted face stares up at you like you’re a repulsive insect attached to a leaf it’s trying to consume. 

you glare back, slapping some navy blue paint to create the night sky around it.(this is a nocturnal giraffe i’ll have you know)

the art teacher starts to say something and you look up, locking eyes with someone across the room before quickly averting them to the teacher. a little flurry of nerves waved through your system, causing you to shiver. you shrug. must have been the air conditioner.

“we’re going to pair up now to revise our work. feel free to be honest, but no hurt feelings! be a bucket filler everyone!”

this woman sounds like a middle school counselor. artists. blergh.

she points at you, calling out your name, and then motions across to the person you had glanced at, “sihyeon.”

sihyeon walks over to you, carrying her work in one hand.

“hi,” you say. 

“hey,” she says back.

you feel the little tremor again. she looks at your giraffe silently, and you observe her painting, a rhino. (the theme was safari animals)

“wow, that looks good,” she tells you.

you laugh, “don’t even try, it looks like a fish.”

“well, the eyes are a little...” sihyeon trails off and makes a weird face, crossing her eyes and making them the size of plates.

you start grinning at her imitation. playing along, you ask, “why does the rhino have no horns?”

“uh. well, you see, he actually had them when he was born, but in a freak accident when he ran into a tree trying to get to a waterhole, it fell off.”

“what?!” you exclaim, “did it hurt?”

“oh yes, terribly, but breg here toughed it out.”

“breg?”

“yes,” sihyeon says seriously, slightly offended, “who’s your giraffe?”

“brad,” you tell her, using the same tone as her.

“hmph. seems like plagiarism to me.”

you gasp, feigning hurt.

“here,” sihyeon says suddenly, dipping her brush into a can of brown paint, “brad needs eyebrows”

she grazes your giraffe’s forehead with the ugly color.

“no he doesn’t! what are you talking about! g i r a f f e s d o n t h a v e e y e b r o w s!” you exasperate, trying to stop her, reaching out to grab the brush form her hand.

but she moves faster than you, rolling up her sleeve to reveal her forearm and pushes her brush into the paint again.

and then suddenly the two of you are attached to each other, whirling around in a storm of golden specks of light and rainbows of paint.

you’re holding hands with her, and you can’t pull away.

not that you’d want to. because you found her. your soulmate.

your tattoos swirl in gorgeous, mystical patterns as they intertwine, and you pull closer to hug her, already in tears.

your mind felt like it was about to burst out of your head. you couldn’t contain the magic of this moment. 

everything was overwhelming, memories and dreams flooding through your brain and the thought of sihyeon consuming your entire nervous system, setting you on edge but bringing you to complete peace.

“i’m never letting you go.”

[thebibliomancer]

Dark Crystal Age of Resistance Tactics liveblog pt 1

Because, for some reason, there was a game made to tie into the show. And it was a tactics rpg, like Final Fantasy Tactics or Final Fantasy Tactics A2 Grimoire of the Rift.

Moving characters around in a map, hitting each other in the head with magic and sword. A job system where you can get advanced jobs by learning certain combos of jobs. Y’know.

This is a really weird choice for a Dark Crystal Age of Resistance game. Because its trying to represent the plot of the show in the game. So Deet and Brea’s side of the plot gets represented in the combat system of move around on a map and hit things.

If the game was less tied to the show plot, maybe it could work. The idea of a bunch of gelfling banding together to age of resist the Skeksis does lend itself to a combat-y system.

But they handle it weeeeeeird.

The game starts with the Aughra big conference call to all of the protagonists and Seladon, dropping players right several episodes into the story with no context for anything.

But I guess as a tie-in game its figured that only a big ol dark crystal nerd would even buy this game. Side-eyeing at me, I am.

Because the game starts at the Aughra conference call, the plot before then is represented as Dreamfast Memories.

And the first mission is

Dreamfast Memory: The Darkening

"Something has turned the gentle Nurlocs savage! Deet must speak to the Sanctuary Tree to learn more."

The mission starts with Deet going to feed a single nurloc unit. The nurloc attacks her and then runs off.

In game engine cutscenes sure are a thing.

Then the Sanctuary Tree starts explaining game mechanics like the turn order graphic from off-screen. The most useful tree.

I thought Deet was going to have to beat a nurloc to death, which feels pretty out of character but you just get another nurloc named Keet to beat the enemy nurloc half to death and then it runs off. That’s.... better?

And after Deet makes a grand journey of traveling across one entire screen, the Sanctuary Tree commands Deet to rally the gelfling clans.

I feel like if you have the time to explain game mechanics, you have the time to shout them from across the level map.

I at least got 60 pearls out of this, somewhow somewhere.

Mission 2 Dreamfast Memory: Catch that Arathim

Now we’re at the castle with Rian and Mira.

So you know that part where they saw an arathim and chased it? How about instead of that, Rian and Mira fight some arathim hatchlings. Gonna beat up some babies =|

In fairness, ones an adult.

After you beat two, the last one runs off to keep on the plot rails. Mira flies off after it to also keep on the rails.

Rewards: Woo, I won a Rian. A tattered cape. A chain shirt. And 60 pearls. Where are these pearls coming from?

There’s a cutscene of Rian watching Mira getting crystal gooped. The art style for the cut scenes are actually good. Mostly. Skeksis look good. The gelflings can look fairly uncanny.

Which is source accurate?

Woo, party management menu. My only part is Rian...

I know its rpg tradition but Rian was a guard working in the castle and the son of the captain. How is it that he’s wielding a rusty sword and isn’t wearing any clothes?

The rusty sword has no stats! Dammit Rian! Too busy dreamfasting and flirting to have a real sword!

Putting this boy in a shirt and buying him a training sword, stg.

3rd mission: Dreamfast Memory: Escape from the Castle

Did I go shopping in the middle of my escape? Did I just throw some pearls (pearls are the money btw) and steal a training sword from the armory?

Truly game mechanics make mysteries.

I also used some money I earned from Deet’s memory to buy a sword for Rian. MYSTERIES.

Anyway. Gurjin is a bro. This is known from the show but its still true.

Gurjin: ‘The skeksis are saying you killed Mira’

Rian: ‘I didn’t tho’

Gurjin: ‘I believe you.’

AND HELLO newcomers Breg the Scout and Alyadon the Mender who are also here and who also believe in Rian!

I don’t know how to feel about Rian beating fellow gelflings to death in his effort to escape being falsely accused of murdering his fellow gelfling. Hopefully they’ll run like the nurloc did.

Breg: ‘I’m going with Rian! None of this seems right.’ You’re smarter than most of the tv canon characters, Breg.

JESUS gelflings know how to throw fireballs!

Alyadon: ‘I’m with Rian too. The Skeksis lied to us!’

I’m fascinated by these two extras.

OH FUCK SKEKSIL

those dueling swords are BIGGER than a gelfling

He has 500 HP and a move called Execute. Chamberlain, pls

Anyway. Gurjin ded.

Reasonably, the game is making me start the level over because a reality with a dead Gurjin isn’t worth it.

Chamberlain after killing poor, sweet Alyadon: “Challenging Skeksis is foolish”

Chamberlain after Rian steps into the glowing square that indicates the exit: “Please, Gelfling, we are friends. Do not be foolish. Pleeease.”

Guy can turn on a dime.

Gurjin: -hits Chamberlain with sword-

Chamberlain: =(

Aw, sweet. I got Alyadon and Breg as rewards for getting Alyadon killed while Rian ran for the enemy’s gate is down. Also a bunch of pearls. And Rian learned to shove people. This is a good day except for the part where Gurjin got arrested for hitting the Chamberlain repeatedly.

You know, the game is doing decently at building up the Skeksis as something of a figure of terror from a game perspective. They’re huge tough blocks of hp with BS moves and I’m a low level gelfling. I’m terrified of running into these guys in levels now.

Considering Rian has to convince the Gelflings to go up against the Skeksis who are like the PresidentPopes of their society, thats a good misgiving to have.

Hm. Alyadon is using a fallen branch as a magic staff. Sure. And Breg is using a dull blade. Both of which are the basicest of basic equipment with no stats.

The fallen branch at least gets you MP for smacking people. Which sure is a way for something to work.

Anyway, that’s the first three missions. More later maybe. For the limited audience that’s interested in the Dark Crystal Age of Resistance Tactics trpg tie-in video game to the Dark Crystal Age of Resistance Netflix prequel series.

[lolocepu-jajacepu]

Confidence

Cepu slides back out of a cloud of steam and stares into it, ready for the next attack. Sure enough through the steam came a ball of fire. Cepu points an open palm to his left and lets off a fire to move him to the right and sticks both hands behind him, using fire again to push him forward. He blast forward at full velocity into the area of steam until he comes out on the other side, directly beside his opponent,stopping himself by setting his feet on the ground and sliding forward. He turns mid slide and cast thunder upon his target as quickly as he could. It hit, but she was prepared with a shield and puts her hands on the ground, ice covering the ground and spiking up at Cepu.  He points his hands at the ground and shoots himself up with another cast of fire, coming down on the ice and letting himself slide towards his target, thunder charged in his gloves. Once close enough, he lets off the discharge of thunder  They were able to predict it and jump back quickly, as Cepu hoped. He quickly shot a ball of ice directly at his target. It only barely missed as she was hitting the ground, using her own cast of fire to move herself in the air. The arm of her shirt had some lingering frost on it from the close dodge.

Cepu used that dodge to get close and went to throw a punch right to her face. It landed, helping him continue his combo. Another punch to the face, then a backwards spin kick to the ribs, focusing his aether into the kick. It sent her away and screaming in pain. He used his fire to close the gap. While she was ready for him to be in her face, he went past her, Cepu turning as he passed her and used fire again to propel himself towards her back, where he then focuses all his aether into one punch directly on her spine. With the built up aether, he pushes her far away, rolling onto the ground, unable to catch herself. She coughs once she finishes sliding.

She got up though, as if the punch didn’t mean much and clapped, thunder coming from the clap. She spreads her hands and sends two thunders at Cepu. He activates a barrier and uses his fire to push himself back and dodge them. He dodged, but he didn’t see the large ice spear heading towards him, and he was in midair from his fire evasion. He stuck his hands forwards and used fire again to try and push himself away, and keep the ice at bay, though he could see out the corner of his eyes, the woman dashing past him. He tried to adjust but he couldn’t focus on both. He decided to let his feet hit the ground and try to turn and defend himself, but he was too slow, a kick to the face already landing on him, sending him down. He hits the ground and snarls, pointing a hand up, but she grabs it and twirls it, locking her body around the arm and falling down, her legs pressed against his chest and keeping him in a hold.

“You’ve grown a lot, but dont think yer gonna beat me any time soon.” Nagi says to Cepu, but he hadn’t given up. With his free hand, he snaps and sets off his area of thunder, shocking Nagi in the process, he breaks free and puts a boot to Nagi’s stomach, both his hands covered in fire, ready for her to try and retaliate.

“Pesky, yer lucky yer so good at lightnin.” Nagi pants out, trying to catch her breath. She taps in submission and Cepu moves his foot.

“Aye, it’s rather helpful,” Cepu responds with a smirk.

“It only took y’two moons ‘n almost daily trainin’ t’be able t’beat me this once.” Nagi shoots out as she jumps up, dusting herself off. “Your strategies have gotten harder to read, yer fightin’ smarter now.”She continues. Cepu took the compliment with a smile, looking at his gloves and allowing his aether to calm.

“I told you that y’just had t’follow what I say. Now without all that drinkin’, yer three times stronger, and yer cast times are almost nonexistent at times,” Nagi bregs. Cepu waves her off.

“Aye, aye, I know I know.” He replies with a chuckle. “I think ‘m ready for my next fight, honestly.” He continues. Nagi grows silent and gets serious.

“From what you’ve told me and from what I know, Gashi should be, more or less, on par with my own strength, but I’m gettin’ up there in years, so he’s got a bit of an advantage over me in that regard. Yer problem was you weren’t maximizin’ yer potential. You were too head on, ‘n yer drinkin held your aether back, but now, ‘m sure y’got it.” She rallies for Cepu, clutching her fist and giving him a soft knock on the chest.  “Don’t die, alright?” She ask. Cepu looks at her and snickers.

“As if they’d ever get me.” He replied with confidence.

That night, Cepu took an ice bath to null the pains of training, as he usually did. There were, as usual, papers scattered about his apartment. He had been planning this for a while. He didn’t go after them, but with enough digging, he knew they would be meeting again, soon. Just like last time, except Cepu didn’t plan on sneaking up on him. Nagi was right, he could channel his aether faster and his range for his thunder got larger. He felt like he did when he first began to learn. It was a good feeling and it reminded him of happier times. However, he couldn’t keep himself distracted with feelings of the past.

He is slow to rise from the bath, getting a towel and drying himself off with it, slipping into some smallclothes.  He looks over at his stache of liquor and didn’t want any of it. Instead, he just got some water before plopping himself into bed. He was ready for what was next, and this time, the lingering worry of dying effortlessly wasn’t with him.

[vonnieshorter60-blog]

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[eldritch-spouse]

I want Breg to grind his slit against mine 😔

The pressure would force his cocks to stay inside, but it would bulge enough to add some bumpy pleasure 🥴

[This is more of a struggle session than actual sex. Fem reader.]

TW: Unhygienic(?)

You wouldn't exactly say you're a sadist, but it's funny to watch the way Breg reacts to certain punishments.

Because even if this monster supposedly endured a past that centered mostly around the act of mating, it seems he's still far behind most others in terms of creative perversion.

Evidenced by moments such as these, if the way he's nearly visibly fuming trying to understand what you meant is anything to go by.

" You want me to keep them inside? " Breg tilts his head.

" Yep. " You confirm for the third time.

" But that way I can't make love to you, angel! "

" That's the whole point, Breg. "

He frowns, then pauses.

" Can I eat you out? "

" No. "

" C- Can you suck my slit? "

" Nope. "

With every rejection, he deflates a bit more.

The breeder glances at his tail, synapses connecting to form the dubious figment of a terrible idea.

" Can I- "

" No. " You emphasize, giving him a stern look.

The terms have been laid out clearly. After his latest impulsive stunt, which has earned you yet another ban from one of your favorite stores, you've decided Breg won't be fucking you for a while. This means he cannot penetrate you in any way, in any orifice, with any part of himself. And you're not touching his dicks at any capacity.

This leaves Breg with only one ridiculous option, relying on his slit for a mockery of stimulation...

You know it's a bit cruel to take a hypersexual monster's relief away so radically, but these kinds of punishments are usually the ones that stick the most with Breg and reap better results in the long-run. This is a necessary evil if you are to succeed in your seemingly impossible task of adapting this fool of a monster to modern society.

" You're so mean to me sometimes. "

The audacity to call you mean after the scene he made almost makes a blood vessel pop in your forehead.

" You can always wait it out. " As if.

You had a movie lined up to watch together if he miraculously agreed.

" But I don't want to... "

You shrug at the breeder. Then he ought to sort himself out, as far as you care.

Breg whines some more, hoping against all odds that you'd have a change of heart and allow the sweaty, horny monster looming over you to have his way. No such luck.

Sagging in defeat, Breg palms over his pelvis, tracing his own slit but not teasing it directly. Just enough to make himself shudder and huff. His unseen eyes are fixed on you while he paws at himself like some pathetic creature, you can only imagine half the scenes that must be unfolding in that fried brain and causing his hips to shift forward occasionally.

Frankly, for as much as he complains, Breg would be able to get off just fine if you told him he could only look at you. He's just that easy.

When Breg dips to shamelessly huff at your neck and chest, you lean your head to take a look at the situation below, finding the breeder already soaking the couch with the precum dripping off his slit, two fingers hastily stuffed in there, no doubt trying to stimulate the tips of his cocks.

He's a smart-enough guy, he knows this is the only way he can directly stimulate them. One miscalculation and they'll slip out, immediately ruining his chance to get off around you.

That doesn't make it any less of a pitiful, almost comedic act to see. The puffs of his hot breath around your neck cast goosebumps across your skin as it becomes humid, Breg breathes shallower in an attempt to get as much of your scent as he can, speed his own motions to keep up a semblance of stimulus. The monster groans something against your skin, his dominant arm straining with effort and fast, slick sounds ringing across the room. If the way his tail thrashes is any indication, this isn't really doing it for him, but he's trying.

And that matters.

" Good boy. " You encourage him, a small hand holding his head closer to you.

Although he gasps and moans in delight at your praise, Breg's irritation only grows. " 'S not enough... " He huffs.

" Yeah it is, you can get there. " You're fairly certain Breg could get off by just moving his hips against air.

" Noo- " His fingers' motions slow rapidly. " I need more, need to mate you- "

" Nope. "

" Angel please-! "

" No. "

Breg takes his hands off his pouch and buries his head on your chest, swaying in the discomfort of his own arousal.

" Please please please please please- "

Gods if his begging never fails to make the temperature in a room rise some degrees... But you can't be that weak willed with a monster like Breg, it just doesn't work.

" Not happening. And if you keep complaining then I'll just leave. "

" No- " His claws nearly sink onto your sides from the quick hold he established at those words. " No please, I'm sorry. "

You roll your eyes. " Apology accepted. "

Again, a few seconds pass as the breeder thinks of what he can do to make things work. You let him have all the time in the world to come up with an idea, because you would also struggle in his place. There are moments where Breg looks as if he wants to give up, but his determination to satisfy his desires has always been stronger. At some point, he settles on what to do, and the first move is to start tugging at your comfy bottoms.

" What are you doing? " It's more genuine curiosity than anything. You told him he couldn't eat you out, after all.

" Don't worry about it, angel. "

All you do is squint and watch as Breg quickly removes your clothes and dips between your legs. Although aware that he can't sample you, he decides that there's no issue if he flattens his tongue against your panties. Breg hums, disappointed that there's little taste but that of cotton, no matter how hard he presses against the folds of your clothed cunt.

His teeth catch onto the fabric while he begins to pull it down, removing the garment, another flash of pain on his face at knowing that he can't dive for the gold.

Once your panties are out of the way, you get to watch the monster think about how he's going to do this.

He tries to slot himself between your legs the way he normally would, pressing himself as close to you as possible. The results... Weren't that great. Breg tries and tries to readjust, but he's not getting the needed friction every time he awkwardly humps.

With a muffled curse, he pulls back and starts brainstorming again, moving parts of you from side to side, impatient. You roll your eyes throughout it, eventually ending up with one leg spread the other pushed up- Not the most comfortable.

Breg shifts then, twisting himself to fit the way he wants, like some kind of puzzle piece. More importantly, you now get what he was trying to do all this time, achieve friction from his slit directly to your pussy. Brow rising, you actually wonder if this will work for him.

Little did you expect that it would work for you too...

By sheer virtue of his frustration, the force Breg uses to grind his slit against your entrance applies enough pressure that it feels as though your clitoris is being squished and rolled around just right, making a shiver crawl up your spine at the sudden stimulus. Every muscle in his body tenses with his effort to find the perfect angle, the perfect rhythm, leading to some very frantic humping in-between harsh grinding rolls.

You didn't really expect to get invested in this. It's just a punishment, after all. But the breeder's misery proves to be a reliable and effortless source of consistent pleasure, enough that you're getting wet and biting your bottom lip, encouraging him with a few of your own motions to aid his pace. As wet as you may be, Breg manages to be wetter, soaking your cunt with his precum that allows for a steady sort of slide against each other.

Your excitement seems to be the missing trick, for as soon as Breg senses it, you can feel the way his cocks angrily push at a barrier they're not allowed to break, causing his slit to bump out humorously- But deliciously so.

Breg sweats and pants as if enduring a great workout, unsubtly drooling out the side of his mouth, grit-teeth betraying a pathetic fight for a climax that might not come at all. Eventually, his complexion starts twisting in a shocked and confused expression.

" What's... What's wrong? " You'd been clutching one of the cushions by now, hoping this would either make you climax or just feel good for a while longer.

" It feels- Feels weird. " The monster groans. " Keeping them in for so long... I- Hnng- "

You can only imagine what it must be like. It occurs to you that maybe, just maybe, his cocks swelled enough with desperation that they might be stuck in his body, squeezing against each other, unable to move. If it were painful, Breg would have gotten scared and stopped most likely, so you assume he's just crumbling under way too much pressure on his lengths.

" Ah, they're stuck? " You tease.

He halts entirely. " N-... No. "

You've said this a couple of times, and you'll say it again, one of Breg's few redeeming qualities is that he's a terrible liar.

" Then, I guess you can pull them out. "

" Huh?! " Had there not been that layer of skin in front of his eyes, they would have popped out his sockets. " Really? You mean it?! "

" Of course. " There's a limit to your blatant sadism. Or maybe not, because you know damn well he's not going to be able to push them out under this much arousal.

Breg immediately pulls back from you, holding still as he tries, rather humorously, to relax enough that, miraculously, his cocks protrude.

It's not happening. The monster huffs and whines, getting upset at himself as he even resorts to reaching in with a digit. No results.

Mildly amused, you push him further back, so that you can sit on the couch while he stands, nearly at face level with his poor, puffed slit. Small hands cling to his thighs as you rest your chin on his skin and glance up.

" Come on, Breg. I'm waiting... Don't you want me to play with them? " Your tongue hangs out, taunting and soft and warm.

If he wasn't desperate before, he sure is now, tail swishing near violently as he realizes his predicament. Helpless, the only thing Breg can do is thrill himself with the view of you so very eager to suck him off, and nudge his wet slit against your face. White claws reach down to grab locks of your hair and play with them, stroking over the sides of your cheeks and bringing you closer, as if that would fix the situation.

Ultimately, the only solution would be for him to calm down, because only with less arousal would his members deflate and his slit stop tensing enough for it to work out. But Breg has put too much work into this exercise to let it go to waste, so he's reluctant to back down.

In the end, all the breeder does is groan, almost on the verge of crying, while he attempts to get you to touch him at any capacity. Gentle hands palp the overheated and swollen skin.

" Please just- " He huffs, the denial and frustration melting into a desperate discomfort that has him rolling his head back. " I just need to cum, Angel please. "

Gave up, did he? Adorable.

Breaking the rule set earlier, you dip to kiss Breg's leaking slit, a short tongue ravishing it from top to bottom. Even when you try to squeeze it in and directly lick his throbbing cocks, they're so tightly packed together that you can hardly flirt with either. It doesn't stop you from trying.

On his end, the breeder seems grateful at last, taking this as the opportunity it is by rapidly grabbing both sides of your head and clumsily, feverishly, trying to roll his need against you. Again, he achieves a gross sort of hump against your beautiful face, even the protrusion of your nose serving to stimulate him further as he all but nearly rubs himself all over you.

With your ears covered by pale, wide palms and constant mouthfuls of overheated flesh coated in the tang of precum, you fail to pick up on the increasing volume of Breg's cries, the way they become monstrous and shameless in his finally approaching peak.

In the end, the only tell you have is the rapid twitching of his slit, the way his legs tense and the shifting of his buried cocks, before he bursts.

Maybe oozing is the appropriate word here, you'd say, because the only way Breg's seed can escape him at all is through thick globs pooling at the edge of his pouch and being subsequently pushed out by the remaining shots of his pent up load, dripping warmly to coat his hips and ass.

" A- Ahhn- "

Breg lets go of your head to whine and gasp, hisses making it through the gaps between his teeth, the sensation apparently being foreign and intense to him. He still moves his hips, perhaps hoping that he can grind it out of him faster, or maybe that's just his way of riding out the orgasm without being able to stroke himself.

It shouldn't be turning you on so much to watch the monster struggle, his overstimulation rising as trapped members are forced to keep in contact with his own hot cum, still sticking and dripping off him in a depraved show. Breg shudders, his tail wrapping around your leg for a semblance of comfort while you pet his cheek, greedily watching.

Only after a decent pause of trying to ride it down does the pressure deflate enough to give him some actual relief. The breeder growls in genuine pain when his sore slit is stretched enough, finally allowing two blue, half-hard cocks to pop out, coated in a sheen of his own seed and still pulsing from what you imagine must have been an peculiar climax.

" See? You did just fine. " Praising the horn dog after successful training is key. His shaky smile is all the confirmation you need.

It's a bit hard to resist torturing him a bit more, you think as you sink to your knees in front of the mess he made.

" Now, sit still so I can help clean up. "

[eldritch-spouse]

What would breg do if his obsession got possessed?

Probably have a massive freak out.

The breeder barely understands how Hell works, he's not aware demons can perform a variety of weird things such as possession. At first, Breg just thinks you're sick.

Perhaps whatever has a hold of you is sadistic enough to straight up tell egghead who's piloting the body, and that's enough to make him spiral into a total panic.

Restraining you will be a lot harder now that a demon's strength flows through you, and Breg may even be unable to depending on the rank of the demon you host. This means he's going to have to call for help, and unfortunately, Fasma is the only poor fool who Breg can call a true friend. And Fasma is, as he's said many times, too old for this shit.

While trapping a standard demon in a salt circle isn't too reliable, trapping a possessed human isn't that hard, and that's their strategy. One of them is going to have to babysit your creepy crawly ass, probably Breg crying figurative snot and tears over the whole thing, while Fasma goes and fetches a competent exorcist, or a half-decent demon hunter. How long this takes can depend, but it's safe to say the longer a demon remains in your body without consent, the less healthy it is for your stressed organism.

Breg isn't likely to stay scared for too long, even if the fiend plays mind games with him. The breeder is too focused on getting you back to let them spook him. The only way to keep Breg away is if the demon in charge of you starts grievously harming your body as a threat.

Breg will walk out of this with immense trauma, but probably less so than you. Fasma's also going to need a break.

[eldritch-spouse]

Is there anyone thats not a sloth demon thats a somnophilliac?

You have a lot of opportunists around here.

Notably: Shags; Breg/Gina; Patches; most concubi especially Lacai; Vorago and Catalina (and many others).

Shags does truly see beauty in your sleeping form in a different way than sloth demons do. It always starts with wanting to sketch your peaceful form, but after a few roughs, Shags always feels the need to be closer. One brush of those spindly fingers up your legs and he's already getting hard.

Breg is just impatient and horny. He's gotten off many times rolling his hips against your ass while you're asleep and he will continue to do so until the two of you become partners (or you resign yourself to being his). While this means somnophiliac acts will be less common at some point, the breeder's libido will still make him act out during your sleeping hours from time to time.

Patches is a coward. And if you don't offer him a drop of attention in your waking hours, then he'll do his best not to let Stitches take hold of him at night to get to fondle you, and rut himself between your legs like a loser. He could put you under a paralysis spell, but part of what gets him so hot and hard is the possibility of you waking up to hit and scream at him. Just the thought has him shuddering into an orgasm.

Lacai is skeevier than his suave looks let on. If he can get away with it... He might be driven to do it. Oh, if he can get away with putting a load in you while you're dead asleep he'll be over the moon. It doesn't feed him very well given you're not conscious, but it's the thrill of it that drives the impish pervert.

Vorago likes to think he's above this kind of thing... When's he's really just desperate, at the end of the day. The prince copes by saying he's better than the type of lowly scum who does this, because he takes the care to wash any mess he makes on you and never penetrates. You don't come out of it sore or disheveled, just mildly sweaty from him puffing breaths against your neck. The guilt eats at him.

Catalina started out just wanting to hold you in her arms. Wanting to feel like she could protect you when you're most vulnerable, and stating awake to make sure you'd never leave while she rests. Then she started kissing your sleeping form regularly, and now she likes getting her fingers between your legs and trying to make you orgasm. When confronted, she'll deny it to her last breath, but it's easy to tell she's lying because her voice just keeps getting more high-pitched.

[eldritch-spouse]

Hi! I love your characters and writing a lot! They keep me warm during cold winter nights. Not to sound like a whore, but I was wondering if Kalymir goes through heats?

[A heem heem, thenk you. :''7. This'll be fun.]

Oh boy, does he. Kalymir's heats are, well, more like a survival horror video game from your point of view- Let's put it that way...

Pre-heat signs are hard to gauge since he's already so irritable normally, but you might pick up on a spike of frustration if you've known him for a while. He has a tendency to grind his teeth and huff a lot. Kalymir actually gets quieter around this time. He's thinking about you during these early stages, so he makes it a point to stash most of his weapons away (so that he can't grab them when hormones take his mind). Although, in his usually dickish fashion, the demonlord won't tell you he's going into heat- He'll just tell you to be ready for the next day, because he'll be coming for you.

Kalymir doesn't necessarily nest. In typical wrath demon fashion, the first thing he's doing is hunting for himself, eating lots, then gunning straight for your ass. Hopefully, you take his advice to heart and stay alert, wake up early, enough to have a running start when you hear him howling your name as he starts fucking barreling through the halls of his own mansion. Hiding can be a good strategy, but not for long, he'll dismantle entire rooms if he's sure you're there.

It's safe to say it's only a matter of time until you're found. Make no mistake, imps will not come to your aid, at most, they'll tell you to actively harm the King. Stab him, throw projectiles, claw and bite and shriek- Sure, it only arouses him more, but it can also buy you more time to escape (remember that one time you bit his slit?). Though taken with heat, Kaly's drilled it into his brain that you're fragile, so he's not too likely to crush you, unless you deliberately reject him- Rest in pieces then.

When you're caught, his hand is tight on your neck as you're led to your own bedroom (shared bed chambers really) and savagely fucked. That knot will hurt, but at the very least, he only flares the literal spikes on his dick when he's peacocking for attention. You can try to fight for dominance over these encounters, but he's significantly less gentle than usual, there's room for you to get seriously injured. Perhaps, if you can somehow sedate him, Kalymir will be more manageable. He's still loud as fuck.

Courtship displays include bringing you severed heads, teeth, horns, pelts, etc... He'll also come back covered head to toe in blood and stand in front of you, like that's supposed to be the hottest trick he could ever pull. The demonlord will sometimes attempt to initiate games of cat and mouse by stomping his feet to startle you and keeping doors wide open. Speaking of, he doesn't lock anything, feel free to run, at your own peril that is.

If you don't want to run, or rather, if you're scared shitless and want to risk the least amount of bodily harm, you can always surrender early. The same gestures you'd do with Breg count- Belly exposed, neck bared, palms up. You can also just kneel in front of him. Kalymir will puff up and get very smug, dragging his little trophy mate away.

[eldritch-spouse]

hi! my b if this has been asked before, but can/do any of your ocs have tattoos? would they want them? ik breg probably wouldn’t bc of the needles/pain, but i’m curious abt the others like santi, morell, vesper, livius…? (also i jus wanna say that i LOVE your writing 😭 i stumbled across your account on ao3 and then i made a tumblr because i could not get enough! you’re seriously so talented and everything you write jus has me craving for more.)

Now that you mention it... Yeah, I don't think there's a single character of mine with tattoos, which is a bit strange to me, but curious.

You're entirely correct, Breg is too much of a wuss about needles to ever humor one. Although, if it was a simple tattoo of your name, he would probably agree. The breeder would just have to hold your hand very tightly, and you need to keep his eyes on you the entire time or he will flip and possibly hurt the poor artist trying to work on him. Remember, the space you tattoo becomes dysfunctional when it comes to Breg's skin flickering, so maybe do it with color?

Most of the demons are totally willing to get tattoos with you. Demons are used to marks in general, many have carved and branded things into their own bodies, displaying scars and tattoos alike as sources of immense pride. Some definitely find tattoos attractive in their mates. Concubi like Santi and Vesper are particularly into the idea of you suggesting a design of yours to tattoo onto them. It functions as your own "mark". Obie is also big into tats on others, he's very indecisive about his own body however.

Livius would only humor a tatoo if it's done to match you in some way. He wants it EXACTLY like yours, if it's off even by a little bit, there will be a tantrum. Going to be real here, you could probably suggest Vesper get a tramp stamp saying "King Cumdump" and he'd get it.

Morell generally detests tattoos. We've talked about it before on the blog. He thinks it ruins meat quality, and even if he doesn't plan to eat you, his irrational distaste is still there. He hates it. Putting tattoos on himself is even less appealing, since his body is all spotted. It would looks jarring and weird, and possibly ruin his faint glow.

Another one who doesn't really like tattoos is Krulu. If you must wear a design on your body, let it be his alone. Similarly, Miara would rather you do something suiting her tastes. Or, at the very least, in a variety of colors.

Shags FUCKING LOVES tattoos. It's part of how he makes a living! Selling his ink so it can be treated properly and used for body art, which he himself has dabbled in plenty of times. You want to get a new tattoo? Fuck yes, let him help you with the design, yes? Unfortunately, since he's constantly dripping ink and his body is almost always some degree of mutilated, Shags doesn't really want to tattoo himself.

[Oh my God, you made a Tumblr just for me?!? Ahfhsbfbsf that's so sweet, holy shit. <3 Thenk you lots, I'm very very glad you enjoy my content that much!!!]

[eldritch-spouse]

Hey Pinnie. I was just wondering what my comfort characters of yours (Vesper, Breg, Patches, Santi, Obie, and Zizz) would say or do to help me feel better? I tried making friends with someone online and they suddenly decided they didn’t want to talk to me anymore and won’t tell me why and they ghosted me. So now I feel like crap and don’t deserve friends. You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to.

[I know you didn't ask for my personal opinion, but I always approach online relationships with a step back. It's not the same as real life and I don't expect things to ever last. This is not a healthy mindset, but it kinda hurts seeing people throw their all into it from the start when these things are so feeble. I'm not saying you should expect rejection, but it happens a lot more online, because standards of communication are different.]

You uh. You guys really want comfort from people who actively work to isolate you, huh? Okay.

Patches is unfazed. Good. It's good that they left you alone. Not to sound arrogant, but he thinks the vast majority of the people you associate with are painfully uninteresting and dumb. They add nothing to your life, may this open your eyes. Now, forget about that and help him handle the screaming mandrakes, will you?

Breg, likewise, is not very moved. He feels sorry that you're so upset, over something so meaningless. He doesn't say anything about the topic, mostly because he's visibly happy about it, and smart enough to know you won't appreciate it. That's lame. Oh well, less to worry about.

Santi is equally unpreocupied. You have to pick your friends well, you know? He's a traditionalist when it comes to this, friends are met in person, his view of purely online dynamics is piss poor and he tends to not value whatever goes on digitally.

Obie snickers like an asshole for a moment. You expect people online to be decent? How about you go touch some grass with him? Feel free to hit him, but he finds the whole thing very funny. Why do you care so much? That person never meant anything.

Vesper pats you condescendingly. You're just no good at this, are you? Come now, Vesper will introduce you to real friends. The kind who actually love you. Trust him, he knows the type of people who have your best interests in mind now that you're Queen. Others will just mistreat you.

What did you expect, really? Zizz doesn't care too much about what happens online, in fact, he hardly expends energy conversing with strangers in hopes of making friendships. People will try to use you for your status, don't trust them.

[eldritch-spouse]

I just wanted to say how much I love your sloth Icon Zizz, first of all he's so pretty and looks soft which I am a sucker for. I wish there was some more content for him, he seems like an interesting character especially for a human mate. Like would a human be able to help run the Sloth ring, or over time would Zizz's mate succumb to the influnce of the ring and become lethargic.

I love this man so much I just want to cuddle him in a fluffy blankie

Thenk. Yeah, I'm juggling a lot of characters, some are bound to have less content than others, it's only natural. Although I love talking about the Icons, the bigger fish have always been TCE staff and, well, Breg. It is what it is.

While you'll definitely succumb to the influence of the ring, you're not a demon, so the effect is diminished. Plus, that won't stop you from making changes to Sloth, you just have to run them by Zizz first, and the rest of the Icons, if it happens to be something major which affects other rings. Naturally, Zizz is a lazy creature, so you might find him to be generally too agreeable to what you suggest regarding the Sloth ring. You're so driven, he thinks maybe you should take over in some aspects, no?

When he does have to get his ass up to work, Zizz likes taking you with him. You might be ruling Sloth with the demonlord, but you're also his comfort human when the situation calls for it! So really, don't be surprised to have Zizz use your thighs as pillows while he naps in between boring paperwork.

[eldritch-spouse]

Say hello to Daddy Vespacito Vesper!

[*violent coughing*]

So, in an exercise to concoct an Icon Of Lust, I lost my gourd and made this guy.

A ""friend"" (more like barely tolerable acquaintance) of Rinx and part of the regularly-established Icon meetings, this guy is a lot less uptight and a lot more accessible. In fact, out of all Icons of Hell, Vesper probably gets out the most. Usually to find diverse meals.

That doesn't mean seeing him in the surface is a good thing. Anyone who isn't used to concubi in general will find themselves terribly needy and overheated. Vesper usually invades adult establishments, parties, and all manner of supernatural gatherings as well.

Believe me, if Santi and Breg are already hypersexual, this demon is just a menace. It's likely a good thing that he's only been to The Clergy a handful of times.

Forever hoping to find a consort who can match his depravity, or just someone cute enough that he can project it onto them, Vesper grows his harem while he waits...

[eldritch-spouse]

Hey, El. Can we know more about breggy? Like a headcannon or something.

And btw I have been meaning to say that-

Your monster oc eldritch is pretty interesting, I saw your art randomly in my newsfeed and decided to gave a follow.

Read the ao3 fanfiction You wrote. Discovered an amazing game, and totally fell in love with your art. :)

Howdy, thanks for stopping by! I'm so happy you decided to stick around, I'm genuinely having a lot of fun actively putting out content like this. Furthermore, I've never really been all that confident in my own art skills, so it warms my heart a lot to hear that.

As for Breggy, I'm working on a slightly more detailed post containing the basics of his character, but I'll gladly give you a small rundown here!

(By the way, I'm still on the fence about making a bonus chapter for Wallflower, it's sitting in my drafts all sad. However, if anyone wants to discuss or even request smaller scenarios, I'd totally be down for it.)

For starters, "Bregory" is part of a type of monster who is commonly known to have a couple of interesting features, such as mild shape shifting of body features and some vocal mimicry. This type of monster is often (and a bit rudely) referred to as "spreaders", since they share a strange ability to somehow achieve successful conception outside their species (meaning other monster types with decreasing populations or fertility issues may strike deals with these monsters to fix their situation);

Now, one thing to take into account here is that, monsters and humanity generally do not mingle much in this little universe I've had for a couple of years. This means that some species are more socialized the human way and others behave vastly like your run of the mill cryptid. Spreaders don't commune with humanity for the most part, because they are very in tune with the hormonal activity of the human body, and it is hard for a somewhat hypersexual species to remain unfazed in the presence of an aroused/ovulating human (it just wouldn't be pretty);

Breg is, to put it simply, a bit of a weirdo. For some reason or another, this guy developed a fascination with humans and human society as a whole. He deviates against 99% of his species by actively seeking contact with us as much as possible. Specifically, Breg really likes the stereotypical depiction of domestic dynamics where one element is the bread winner and another is the caretaker (gender roles are irrelevant to him regarding this, in fact, he would prefer to be the household keeper). That being said, even if he thinks humans are adorable, he knows very little of how to behave properly around one, hence his constant uneasy grin and almost sweaty appearance. He's driven off a couple of people with his touchy, invasive mannerisms. This is where Fasma (the little dude with the top hat) pops in, as part of a service for less informed monsters to learn to commune with humans. Unfortunately, Breg is shit out of luck, because all the old coot wants to do is get wasted on human liquor and give him vague advice which Breg often misinterprets. He will act as a wing-man when Breg requests help on how to court you;

I can go into more detail about this later, but Breg meets you in a very strange manner. You had gone out late at night to throw the trash away in your ratty pajamas and Breg was hiding in the shadows of the alley where the closest dumpster is, trying to read a random magazine he caught. He noticed an old newspaper in your other hand and asked to have it. Now, it was dark and you couldn't see anything aside from an eerily long clawed hand poking through the dark. You were too exhausted for your brain to process anything, so you just handed it to him with a mumble and trudged back inside. To you, it's a trivial interaction that bares absolutely no meaning. To Breg, it's the start of an ugly obsession. Because, little do you know, you were the first human not to freak out in his presence. He's immediately fond of you and easily stalks you around, which is easy to do when one can alter the color of their skin. It takes a looong while before he gets the nerve to actually approach you, and until he does that, Breg will do a lot of gross little things like inviting himself into your home, stealing things (you'd expect underwear, but he's more likely to take something that reminds him of you, like a bracelet), hovering around you while you sleep, the body pillow...;

When you do meet him, Breg is going to immediately come off as creepy and set off a lot of flags, but he's pathetic enough that you're also weirdly charmed. You'll want to keep him at arm's length for the most part. Breg is doing his best to be civil and proper with you, but he struggles... Curiously, he's very insecure about his lack of visible ocular organs and will die inside if you call him freaky;

Since you didn't really ask for the more NSFW side of things, I'm just going to drop a little something something here. Breg's species has two members and it was very jarring for him when he found out human males only have one- What do you mean there's only one??? Are you okay?? Did you remove one? If given the chance, he absolutely will brag about it.

[eldritch-spouse]

What if Breg's s/o is insecure about some part of thier body? How does he remedy that?

I just want someone to tell me that it's okay to have small boobs I'm sorry

[Eyy, welcome to small tiddie city, population me and you anon! I've never had a problem with my chest, I hope whoever made you feel that way eats gravel.]

(Minors dni) This got NSFW sorry...

Breg doesn't understand.

He just doesn't.

The monster has grappled with insecurity numerous times in the past, and to this day, he still body checks excessively in what amounts to a toxic subconscious habit brought on by the constant evaluation of his physique at the facility. He didn't think humans and other monsters out there did this, primarily because Breg had no idea about the heavily damaging pressures society inflicts upon the populous.

His view of the outside world is forever tainted to be overly positive and simplistic, because he idolized it ever since he learned that there was more to the world than fluorescent blinding lights, white ceramic tiles, restraints, syringes and pumps. Everything out there had to be better, right?

Well, Breg's not so sure of it now, when he finally realizes why his mate hides her breasts from him.

The breeder thought, in his infinite lack of common sense, that he just wasn't meant to see that part of you. That it somehow was something some humans thought was offensive. Breg was curious, and confused, especially because he had already seen and touched your breasts at night. There isn't anything wrong with them that Breg can tell, they feel really nice and warm.

Breasts on their own are a mystery to the breeder, females of his kind have no such chest adornments, and neither does Breg feature nipples. The fact saddens him, those button-like protrusions seem sensitive and he bets they'd be fun to play it. It took Breg a long while until he grasped that there exists a certain social stigma attached to human women with smaller chest-appendages- Which you subsequently felt in your day to day life.

That just doesn't make sense.

Why would people make a fuss about small breasts when the results are the same? They still do everything breasts are supposed to do, they're just compact. He's heard somewhere humans produce milk, you can still do that, right? Heavens he has to try that someday... R-Regardless. Breg thinks you're supremely attractive with your current breast size, in fact, he'd go as far as to say that a smaller chest makes you look a little more like those of his kind. Not that he minds your differences, it's just a little comforting to think about the similarities between the two of you sometimes.

There you are again, getting dressed for the day while he makes breakfast- Breg's getting better at it. His stellar mood at being able to not ruin bacon quickly plummets when he spots you looking intensely at the full-body mirror near your wardrobe. There's deep disdain in your eyes, a stone-cold sneer the breeder shivers at- He can't imagine you giving that look to anyone else, much less yourself. Shaky hands grab the undersides of your luscious tits, pushing them up and together in front of your reflection. Breg almost forgets himself, content to watch you play with your boobs half-naked like the hopeless creep he's always been. Really, he's itching to touch you already, he can't fathom how you don't love your squishy little body. You're a bundle of beauty, raw allure, and Breg has never been so horrendously in love in his entire life. A sullen sigh jolts him back to your complexion, watery eyes attempting to blink away a sea of sadness that is inexplicable to him.

Okay, that's enough now...

The monster grumbles, setting the plate he had ready down on the hall table and barging inside the bedroom. Although you yelp in shock, there's no time for you to try and immediately shove a shirt on, because Breg rips it out of your grasp and pushes you back-first onto the mirror. The first thing you do is cover your breasts protectively, much to his distaste.

" Breg! I- What are you-? Don't look! "

Oh, he's not looking, he's admiring.

Breg doesn't speak, words are far from his specialty- Just squats to the floor and shoves his entire face on your soft tummy, massive hands holding you firmly in place by the waist as he start peppering long, fevered kisses up your abdomen. He wishes he could force you to love your body the same way he insatiably craves it. His mate flushes and looks away, offering resistance when he gently tries to pry persistent palms away.

The breeder growls at you, a sound that, albeit heavily muted (for you alone), still makes you freeze in place- Seldom are the times you recall getting such an aggressive reaction from him. The jarring sound is replaced by a soothing croon the moment you hesitantly expose yourself to the breeder. The shame on your face kills him inside a little. Breg hums, immediately darting to mouth at your chest. He kisses and sucks at the skin there hard enough to force breathy vocalizations out of you, the size difference allowing his fat blue tongue to circle each mound, dangerous teeth harmlessly framing the delicate protrusions and leaving trails of drool on your perfect tits.

Breg licks his teeth, taking the time to study your now flustered, beet red expression, before flipping you around and dragging you into his front. There's still some doubt in your eyes, as if you don't believe the breeder could enjoy your boobs, even though he just disgracefully rolled them on his tongue with endless joy. The monster allows his already twitching cocks to brush your skin.

" I don't care how small they are. " He starts, speech surprisingly even. A lurid, open-mouthed grin stares back at you from the mirror. The male grinds against you. " How much do you bet I can still make them bounce? "

The way you clench your thighs together has Breg nearly foaming. You're not leaving that bedroom until you're too fucked out to think about the size of your tits. That's a promise.

[eldritch-spouse]

While we're on the topic of oral. What would Breg do if, hypothetically speaking, he found out his mate could orgasm from giving oral? Asking for a friend. --definitely not simp anon

[Simp anon, as someone who lives to see others in pleasure, I feel like I am being personally attacked here.]

(Minors dni)

Breg's mate can orgasm from giving oral

It's something he never expected to happen, that the breeder didn't even think was possible.

Breg feels guilty when you go down on him, you know? For a couple of reasons actually, primarily that he has two cocks you have to divide your attention between. On top of that, he's no small fry and he knows that you strain your jaw to accommodate him at times- You always focus so much on his pleasure that Breg forgets himself entirely. You've always been such a sweet angel, the breeder really lucked out when he picked his mate.

That's not to say Breg does go down on you, he makes it a point to return your favors, and God knows that if your pussyjuice was a sauce he'd have it with his breakfast everyday. But fact of the matter here is that it takes a lot less effort for Breg to make you orgasm. Not to toot his own horn, but the monster thinks he's a tad over-qualified for the job. There's no easier way to make you squeal when he has bulky hands to lift your hips off the bed and a tongue large enough that he could pierce your cervix with it. He feels that it's unfair, in a way, since you visibly struggle with his anatomy at certain points.

That's why Breg doesn't really understand why you're so adamant on giving him oral regularly. Not that such upsets him, no no, it's quite difficult to feel anything other than mind-melting need when your warm tongue drags through every ridge in his left shaft. He tries so hard not to let out a high-pitched trill, but you're making it difficult, he doesn't trust himself not to ruin the marble of the kitchen counter he's holding onto. It's the third time you're blowing him and the week has just started! If the breeder has learned anything from this, it's that his mate apparently loves to fluster him at the most inopportune of times, like right now.

Breg was trying to bake something. By no means was it going according to plan, but he had every intention of leaving the kitchen with some treat to present to you. If not a cake then something vaguely in the image of one. Apparently, you must have gotten bored of waiting, because it wasn't long before you strolled inside the kitchen, ignoring the surrounding mess, with a cheeky look on your face and hugged his waist. You're so adorable... Breg began faltering the moment your hands started moving however, tickling down his sides and rubbing at his slit through the fabric of the pink apron you had gotten for him recently. Naturally, the spoon dropped and Breg forgot what a cake even was when you began stroking him leisurely. What was he doing again? Oh fuck, that's the spot- Harder!

Now he's half-stuffed into your sweet little throat, drooling down his chin and moaning for more while he wonders what good deed he must have done to warrant such a reward. Maybe Breg's biased, or just horny, but he thinks no one could ever make him feel as good as you do- And the look on your face when you go to town on him tells the breeder that you also take a lot of joy from seeing him melt into depraved states. You're flushed beet red, eyes watery and making muffled noises of enjoyment, each vibration felt intensely through his sensitive flesh. Heavens, you always look so hot like this, it's as if you're getting off as much as he is. With a lurid wet pop, you slip his other weeping cock into your mouth and give it the same thorough treatment, strings of saliva still connecting you to him in a disgustingly arousing view. Breg loses his mind and starts eagerly pumping his unattended length, using your slick drool as lube. A gentle hand grasps your head, big enough to encompass its entirety, and nudges you just the slightest bit forward, sinking another ridge past your lush lips.

Oh fffuck-

" 'M close- " He moans, tongue swiping at the excess drool while Breg fights to not buck wildly into your face. He's trying so hard to be good for you, he's doing his best. " A-Ahn- 'M sorry- S-So good angel- " It's a small miracle he can speak through the gasps and mewls you're forcing out of him with your vigorous treatment.

The instant you let out a deep moan around his girth, Breg's throwing his head back with a nasty snarl and forcing his hands back around the counter so as to not seriously hurt his perfect mate. Load after load makes its way down your throat, faster than you can swallow, pooling in your mouth until you have no choice but to choke and coat the breeder's cock in his own pearly seed. He always comes too much, there's no helping it. His neglected shaft just made a complete mess of the kitchen floor and chairs, something you'll both agonize over later.

By the time Breg has it in him to glance back down and thank you for the attention, he gets to see you trembling and whimpering, thighs shaking while you shove a hand between your legs, a dark patch on the fabric of your shorts as you attempt to clean his cum off your fingers. If the monster hadn't just orgasmed, that view alone would drive him over the edge immediately. You just came. From going down on him alone?! You barely touched yourself, is this real? Do you like him that much? Is he that good?

Ah fuck, Breg's not flagging any time soon.

" I love you so much... " The breeder swoons, a long tail looping around your middle and dipping to help stroke you along your release.

He's definitely going to feel a lot less guilty about receiving oral regularly from now on.