#Hot steamy romance

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Uhhhhhhhhhh

Gartic phone.

Thats all the context i can provide im so sorry

[howtomakeyousee]

[koi-illust]

[StarWars] [DinLuke]

“Sorry, he’s taken.”

It took me long enough to draw Light Luke/Happy Din, but here we are!😉✨

I can understand why many people would want Luke to take the bottom role, bcs he's beautiful in a delicate way, lean, shorter, and has PTSD sometimes.

But in my opinion, his personality is definitely suitable for being a top or even a dom. He may have had some down time, but he has an inherent confidence, likes to be in control, always comes to others' rescue (and seems so confident that he can do it. Din also rescues people, but often seems doubtful🤣), he is impulsive, and is young. While youth can sometimes be interpreted as vulnerability and the need for guidance, I feel that in Luke's case, it means 🔥ENDLESS ENERGY🔥

In canon, Din is much order than Luke. I think the difference in stamina between them is a very fun part of their relationship 😋

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I have a very good feeling about my future drawings of DinLuke, because this pairing is quite special to me.

Usually, when I ship a pair, I mainly love one of the two, while still liking the other character, but not as much as my fav one. However, I love Din and Luke equally, with only a slight preference for Din😛. Plus, I also love the actors (Pedro Pascal and Mark Hamill) who play these roles. This makes the process of drawing DinLuke immensely enjoyable, and I can make both of them the protagonists of my artwork without always favoring one over the other.

My WIP list for DinLuke is getting longer everyday. May the Force be with my weary hand…🙏

[draculasfavoritewife]

Idle Hands

Summary: Whenever Tony forgets to go to bed, it's always been up to you to bring him back to your side.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Warnings: Heavy on the softness compared to most of my other stuff; I was in a very sentimental (read: sad and touch-starved) mood back when I wrote this lol. Tony Stark is a TEASE both in word and deed -- I have said it is canon therefore it is now. The feral way he makes me feel should be illegal. Also you can read the...implications of my vague wordings towards the end as tame or as smutty as you wish ;)

I feel the need to mention here that Tony Stark has been my most favorite comic book character since I was but a mere 11 years old. He holds the distinction of being my longest-running fictional crush/object of my obsessions and I love him so deeply and for so many little reasons that I could write a PhD dissertation on him. So please enjoy my little love letter to the man that has held my heart for nearly a decade and a half <3

It's that point of the night where you really can't decide if it should be counted as ungodly late or ungodly early. 4:00 am does tend to scramble the thoughts.

You've been drifting in and out of an uneasy sleep for what feels like forever, and as you roll away from the digital clock display on the wall with an annoyed sigh, you suddenly see why.

The other side of the bed is utterly untouched.

He hasn't been here with you at all.

You sit up, trying to remember if he had plans tonight. The calendar app on your phone has no record of a gala, awards ceremony, board meeting, or anything else that might have taken up his time.

Which means he's probably down in the lab again.

Briefly, you contemplate trying to call him, but you know from experience that he probably isn't taking calls right now, even if FRIDAY tried to put one through for you. He's in that zone that only designing and building can put him in, the one mindset where his too-busy brain is crystal clear and the world at last makes sense to him.

So you pull yourself out of bed, throw one of his old sweatshirts on over your cami and pajama shorts (he keeps the AC cranked all the way whenever it's warm outside) and pad out of the bedroom and on your way downstairs.

His lab is awe-inspiring as always, no matter how many times you see it. The purring thrum of the generators and the comforting pulse of dimmed lights, the heavy, electric feeling of the air itself -- he's described his workspace to you as having a life of its own before, and you can understand so well why time escapes him down here.

You just hope he's not using it to escape from other things as well.

He's deeply absorbed in his work on something at a station opposite the door, and your heart skips a beat even as you smile fondly at the familiar sight. Clad in sweatpants and a black tank through which you can just barely see the blue glow of his arc reactor, he looks all at once more human than usual and like some being from another world entirely.

It's the Stark curse, he told you once, and you recall the wry slant of his lips as he said so. To know you're a god trapped in a mortal body, an infinite mind with a finite number of years to use it. It's the reason behind all his greatest triumphs -- and all his harshest falls from grace.

And somehow, you were lucky enough to be the one he fell in love with.

It still feels like a dream sometimes.

Realizing he isn't going to look up on his own anytime soon, you stifle a yawn and knock sharply on the doorframe.

"Tony?"

He stiffens as if he's been shocked (always a possibility, when he's rewiring) and shoves the safety glasses high up on his forehead. "That would be yours truly. Everything alright?"

With a laugh, you cross the room, warmth rising in your chest as he immediately sets down his tools and steps out from behind the table to meet you. And damn, he always looks good -- he is Tony Stark, after all -- but there's always something about him when his hair gets all unruly and he has THAT look of intense concentration on his face that really drives home to you all over again just how gorgeous he is.

You cuddle up to him, and he kisses the top of your head.

"Asked you a question, Honey."

"Do you know what time it is, Tony?"

There's a prolonged moment of answering silence as he glances up at one of his nearby monitors. "Crap. Well, why are you up?"

Pulling back slightly so you can tease the protective eyewear off his head, you give him a look. "Can't sleep."

An eyebrow tilts; he's playing dumb.

"And that's my problem why?"

"Jerk." You take your time playing with his glossy dark hair, neatening it back up before raking your fingers through it to mess it up again. "Maybe because you love me...?"

"Oh, so you're down here looking for sympathy, got it." He smirks at you, a well-practiced and infuriatingly handsome look. "In that case, sorry about your insomnia, Beautiful. There's melatonin in the drug cabinet upstairs." He snares the safety glasses from your fingers once more and makes as if to return to his work. "Sympathetic enough for you?"

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind, stopping him from going any further, though the smug son of a bitch starts tinkering with his new designs again even through your persistent clinging. It mesmerizes you for a couple seconds, always has, the way his hands work with such delicate precision and dexterity, and you can't help selfishly wishing he would turn them towards other, less...mechanical endeavors at this moment.

He probably would, in all honesty, but Tony Stark is the king of making you work for it. Philanthropic he may be, but some things even you have to earn from him when he's feeling particularly devilish.

"I don't want your pity," you hum, pressing a sleepy kiss to his shoulder. "I was lonely without you."

"Perfectly understandable. I've been told by many that I'm scintillating company. You can, by all means, stay and watch me work, you know. Feeds my humble ego."

You roll your eyes and impatiently reach up under his shirt, feeling his muscles tense at the unexpected coldness of your hands.

That finally gets his attention and makes him turn around. Before you can even fully comprehend it, he's swept his work out of the way and lifted you up onto the worktable instead, restless fingers drawing intricate patterns on your inner thighs, though his eyes never leave yours, crystalline blue pinning your attention to his amused face instead of his very distracting hands.

"That," he grins, "was adorable. Sleepy version of you is so much more demanding. Maybe I should stay down here too long more often."

You try to frown at him, though his sparkling gaze and mischievous touch make that impossible. "How dare you."

"I do a lot of dumb things to see where they get me. You know that." He nods at the thick gray sweatshirt still keeping you warm. "Why don't you take that off for me, Sweetness. You make me cold, I get to return the favor."

Unable to come up with something snarky to say in return with the way his hands are making you shiver now, you do as he suggests with little resistance, the exposed skin of your arms and chest prickling at the much cooler air.

He leans in to tenderly kiss your neck, and your breath leaves in a sigh at the way his facial hair scratches at your throat. He's always been a helluva kisser and the meticulously maintained goatee is just the icing on the cake. Making out on his worktable was not the original plan when you first came down here, but even by his own admission Tony's best plans are usually improvised.

And you're certainly not complaining.

"What did you want from me again?" he murmurs, close to your ear.

The absolute audacity of him.

"Mmmmmmm," seems to be about all you can manage at the moment, and you know very well what's coming next.

He pulls you closer to him, the movements of his fingers turning agonizingly slow and prompting a slight gasp from you.

The smile that gradually spreads its way across his mouth is absolutely wicked.

"What was that, Sweetheart? I didn't quite catch it."

You try to reclaim some semblance of coherence, but his firm hold on you prevents you from escaping his delightfully systematic torture, so instead you grab on to his well-defined shoulders, your forehead resting against his chest. The mechanically-stabilized beat of his heart echoing beneath his skin a brief reminder that he's alive, despite everything he's been through, and he is yours. There's no one else on his mind, no one else he's let this far into his messy and often painful world.

The world may know him as Iron Man, the one who has saved them more times than they could ever count, but how many people really know the Tony that you know?

That same Tony who now raises one hand to tip your head back, whose sharp eyes soften with affection for the slightest of seconds before the anticipated words fall from his tongue, the words he knows will always unravel you.

"You just have to tell me what you want. Come on, Princess. Use your words."

You shudder and lean in to beg for another kiss.

"You, Tony. Always you. Please."

He kisses you back with renewed intensity, leaving you completely breathless.

"There we go...was that so hard?"

[amberfoxerotica]

So here I sat, staring at the console screen in front of me, watching digital gauges, temperatures and other statistics, making sure everything was within safe operational zones.

There were no prying eyes or bosses looking over my shoulder. All I had to do was keep the hangar’s cooling system functional. No one ever came down here as long as I kept things running smoothly. And I needed to keep it that way in order to keep my job.

Having all these hours to myself meant that I could get on with whatever I wanted. So I used my time in a questionable manner, usually watching a wide assortment of alien porn. The options were endless too, it being an industry that spanned across galaxies. There were scenes with Threnthrals pounding their thick, bulbous appendages into the many soft, oozing holes along a Worbolol’s throbbing abdomen. Or a scaly Lijjandok stuffing its ribbed cock into the fertile slits along a Moloog’s back. A genre that I’d recently discovered, which had fast become my favorite, featured Zeggoreths getting it on with human females.

Sitting at the console, I searched for a scene with one hand as my other hand slipped under my panties. I tapped the play button. On screen, a Zeggoreth stomped into view. Its sleek, dark blue, brutish form loomed over a gorgeous brunette, who lay fully clothed on a hover-bed. She looked up at the alien with seductive longing. Two muscular arms rested at the alien’s side, and from its chest writhed a mass of tentacles.

The alien leapt onto the bed, pinning the girl down with its powerful forearms. The girl put up a playful struggle, all with a delighted grin on her face. The grin turned to an aroused stare as the Zeggoreth’s tentacles slid under her clothes, straining the fabric as they wrapped around her breasts, spread down her belly and snaked down her legs. In one motion, her clothes were ripped from her body, leaving her completely naked on the bed. This primal display set her cheeks ablaze, and from her gently parted lips spilled heavy breaths. As I watched, I felt my pussy moisten around my exploring fingers.

The Zeggoreth flipped the woman onto her belly and anchored her legs with its strong hands. Tentacles spread apart her legs, giving a glorious display of her dripping wet cunt. The alien moved in closer, its shadowy blue tentacles wriggling towards her open holes. I imagined tentacles grabbing hold of me, swirling over my body, squirming into my willing pussy. My body went hot all at once as I watched what came next. The tentacles inched nearer. Slime dripped onto her butt cheeks and slid down her juicy cunt. She pleaded to be filled as the alien held her in place and toyed with her, driving her wild. Tentacles licked around her holes, about to enter her.

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[kissmetenderkissmehard]

you're on your knees, your arms tied to a bedpost. she saunters toward you, her hips enticing. you ache to hold them, to fuck her long & hard. she knows you want it.

she settles into place above you, and you're surrounded by her scent. you lick your lips & get to work, slow at first, then picking up the pace. she gasps & says, voice husky, "yes... right there..."

a thrill shoots through you, and keep up the pace, just as she likes it. you add two fingers, then three. she's rocking now, pressing down upon your face. you press back, tongue moving in circles and waves, her pleasure making you wet. with the other hand, you grab her breast, and she lets out a groan. "yes, yes... very good," she says. you lick every bit of her clean, then dive in for more.

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[rpgtoons]

The most romantic gesture a Tovananren can make is to leave one side of their body vulnerable, showing they trust their partner to defend them 🫂💕

(they sell a lot of half-plate at the Dragonspring branch of "Victor's Secret" 🤫)

[hjfurlwritesdarksteamyromance]

BEINGS: Scene 1: Flyn and Drew. Think ‘female praying mantis devours male prey’ – then make them human.

In a world where desire hides the deepest secrets and survival demands more than human will, where the truth is darker than you can imagine, they are drawn together by forces beyond their understanding, bound by the hunger that unites them, haunted by choices they cannot escape. And they're coming for you.

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[sukidayo-xx]

Kiss me deep and hard like one of your French boys

[amberfoxerotica]

Something stirred under the table, concealed beneath the long tablecloth. A slimy streak ran along my ankle, the touch soft and wet. A sigh left my lips at the delicate touch. 

“I see. So your tentacles are good for a great many things then.” The tentacle stroked up my calf in response.

I looked deep into the tentacle monster’s eye as I traced a finger around the rim of my wine glass. Sexual undercurrents were clear in the tentacle monster’s penetrating gaze. We shared this moment, heightened by the secret, sensual touch hidden from everyone else.

We continued sipping at our wine, our eyes locked, sparks of desire flying between us. The tentacle smeared up my knee, then up my thigh. Another tentacle joined the first, slipping under my dress and pulling my moistened panties from my arousal-soaked pussy. I sucked in a breath as the first tentacle brushed up my slit, turning my body hot with desire.

“Two strawberry tarts,” a voice said, causing me to jolt in my seat and the tentacle monster to pause its advances. Our waitress had returned. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said as she lay two plates on the table.

“Oh! That’s quite alright,” I replied. “Thank you. The tarts smell delicious.” 

“Enjoy them,” the waitress said before departing.

I looked down at the tarts. They were still fresh from the oven and decorated with strawberries. “Something tells me you really like strawberries,” I teased. The tentacle monster reciprocated by spreading my pussy lips and, at a glacial pace, gliding an oozing tentacle into me. “I’ll take that as a ye–ess…” I said, my eyes sinking closed as the slimy penetration slowly overwhelmed me.

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[kissmetenderkissmehard]

I leaned in, my body drawn to him like a magnet. He covered the rest of the distance, pressing his lips against mine, softly first, then more urgent. I felt his tongue against my bottom lip, tracing the edge. It wasn't enough. I wanted to taste him. I needed to taste him. 

I parted my lips and caressed his tongue with my own, pushing gently, then teasing him into my mouth, drawing him in deeper.

Then, it was no longer slow or gentle. I was on fire, and he matched my energy, tongue fucking my mouth like it was his only desire in the world. I drank him in. He was an aphrodisiac and I couldn't stop feasting.

I sucked on his bottom lip, my hands clutching his hair. He pulled away to lick my earlobe, then nip at my neck. I moaned and pulled his face up again, this time not waiting before plunging my tongue into his mouth. He tasted of whiskey and smoke with a hint of mint. He tasted like heaven, and I wanted more.

He cupped my breasts, and I leaned in, pushing my body against his. I felt him tweak my nipples, soft at first, then harder, responding to my motions. I gasped, and my mouth was filled with his taste again. He caressed my tongue, took me into his mouth, and sucked like a greedy man. Then, just when I thought I was going to burst into flames, he slowed down, placing gentle kisses on my lips, his hands moving to my waist. 

He then pulled away and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I groaned in disappointment. “We should save the rest for when we’re both sober,” he said into my ear.

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The Triumph of Logic

Hermione is having a hard time choosing a husband before the Marriage Law deadline. She gets help from a totally unexpected source.

T, English, Humor & Romance, words: 3k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 169, May 23, 2005, Hermione G., Severus S.

[sleepapparition]

He can be so considerate & tender when he wants to be but I personally wouldn’t mind him being a little more rough 😩

I need this after reading:

[anoelleart]

WTW CHARACTER WEEK - Tropes

A Fantasy Setting for my Favorite Romance Tropes

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I've crafted my setting (The Empire and its capital city, Lorenzia) as a an ideal backdrop to my romantic tropes:

Forbidden Love - What's a better trope than falling for unavailable men? And who's more unavailable than a war-priest bound to celibacy?

“And what next? Desert the temple? Abandon your fortune? Or, just lock me away in a manor. Use me, fuck me, never wed me.”

[Charlotte, The Protolith, Chapter 9]

He’d removed his church robes, wearing now just the dark gray uniform beneath and the temple stole across his shoulders. "Undress," he said.

[The Protolith, Chapter 6]

New Money / Old Money - The Empire has an aristocratic court which is losing power as its families age, all the while trade made possible by new technology and new diplomacy provides new wealth to unknown names - class conflict breeds romantic conflict.

“You don’t know my name, but if you did, you’d know it’s an old one.”

[Charlotte, The Protolith, Chapter 7]

Lovers to Enemies - A twist on an old classic - when political gains in an oligarchic Empire are more important than your romantic partner, betrayal forms enemies from lovers

“I don’t seek reasons to speak of men who do not love me.”

[Charlotte, The Protolith, Chapter 11]

Arranged Marriage - The best cure for New Money / Old Money is an arranged marriage - it's a win win for both parties, one gains riches and one gains status ... Right?

“You didn’t sign your heart away with a marriage contract.”

[Marc, The Protolith, Chapter 11]

She hated to admit that Nathaniel was a handsome man.

[The Protolith, Chapter 16]

[toxicbitxh]

late-night smut cravings>>>

I sprint deeper into the thick mushy woods. My knees begging to give out. My mind was racing, my face sweaty and my dark eyes blurry from overloaded emotions. My stygian black hair wild rushing around in the wind- I need to go faster, get faster and think faster..maybe if I cross the borders he won't get to me. Hopefully. 

Stumbling into the nearest tall trees and my eyes squinted to see in the darkness. The full moon was high up today surrounded by sparkly tiny bodies.  Even the luminous moonlight couldn't light the pathway for me. Huh, even nature is against me leaving him, I guess. Too bad. Too bad he’s too much. My entire life was on a line near him. Why? why couldn't he just leave me alone? 

“Riley, Riley, come out baby..” his smoky low voice echoed off the dark. Fuck. 

My nails dug into my palm, my eyes getting blurry and my mind yelling at me to keep quiet. It's okay, calm down Riley. Crouching down lower into the lush bushes, I covered my sweaty face with my shaking fingers. My heart skips a beat when the sound of his boot crunching down the leaves gets louder. He’s getting closer. 

“Come out, come out baby girl... daddy’s here.” his sing-song followed, catching on a deep chuckle a second later. My mind becomes blurry when the scent of a rich masculine aroma reacts to my nose. Toxic and billowing. Tobacco. My iris sparkles when a bright red light flashes through the dark. Lighter. 

The fucker’s smoking in the middle of nowhere. 

The sound of snapping the cigar lighter off and on comes ringing out of nowhere, taunting me. Daring me to come out. 

“God, I can fucking smell you..” his throaty laugh echoed off the forest. His footsteps grew louder and louder. Closer to the bush behind I'm hiding myself. My heart beat pulsing louder than my breaths. A trickle of sweat ran down my temple. God, I’m so done for. For a moment, it is spine-chilling how silent it is. Only the sound of leaves moving in the wind. 

Silence. Silence. Silence. 

A scream leaves my mouth when a strong veiny hand wraps around my waist and harshly tugs me closer to a strong masculine body. It’s so dark, I can't see him however, I can feel him clear as day. Each line of his carved abs through the thick hoodie. How rugged and ripped he is. Pure testosterone. His calm breathing sends chills down my spine. His tatted neck comes neck-to-neck with my face. Oh god, his Armani cologne mixed with that woody tobacco aroma. It's suffocating my senses. 

“Hey, sweetie..” his taunting goes off. 

The sound of the cigar lighter clicking is heard before the burning flame is brought up to my face. A breath leaves my chest when my dark irises catch the scent of his blue ones. They're not baby blue. Oh no. It's like one of those eerie oceans that hurdle in a hurricane - they’re never calm and god knows, what monsters they hide underneath. A dark set of blue eyes, so tantalising...

My breathing shakes further when he pulls me closer, exactly right on that spot rubbing against his. Bringing his face closer to mine, I can see his details clearer. I've fallen for that clean-shaven and chiselled jawline, aristocratic nose, full smirking luscious lips and thick dark eyebrows. The long dark stands of his hair fell over his cruelly dashing face. 

“Kairos...” 

“No kai baby?” he mocks. Snapping out of the lustrous gaze, I struggle out of his grip. Or try to. Punching him right around his face, A groan escaped his mouth. His hold weakens as I sprint out of his hold and flee into the lush greens. My heartbeat rushed, and my mind was burning. Oh god. Oh fuck. I just punched Kairos Moriano across the face. My heart drops in my stomach when I hear his dark laughter through the woods and the sound of stomping feet behind my trail. He’s crazy. Truly. If I wasn't fast before, I sure as hell am now. The surrounding looks like a blur when I’m bolting through them. Don't look back, don't look back. However, I know I’m dead meat when I’m pushed into the rough ground. A loud groan escapes me as my body hits the scrappy leaves and grass. 

Not wanting to give up yet, I crawl across the wet leaves and try to reach forwards ignoring the burning heat against the ground as my body rubs through it. I almost yell in frustration when a hand grabs my right foot dragging me towards him. 

“No! fuck off!” I scream into him. 

He pulls me closer to him and flips me under him, facing his bleeding lip. A mocking grin was drawn across them. With me laying under him, my body rubbing against the rough ground of the woods. 

“No?” he taunts further, bringing his bleeding face closer to mine. Oh god, if only it makes him more gorgeous. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His cut lip attached to mine into a bruising grip, his tongue sliding like a snake inside me and teasing mine. His blood slipped inside my mouth, my blurry when the strong metallic taste hits my tongue. The kiss is suffocating and toxic.

“Kai stop-”  my pleas smothered by his brutal kiss. I’m struggling and hitting against his hold, which only makes him tighten his grip to a painful one. His strong veiny fingers wrap around my neck like a vice, holding me in place as he forces his poison into me. 

I inhale a handful of oxygen once I get my freedom back, my chest rising and falling from the breathlessness. Bringing his face even closer to the crook of my neck, his tongue dips out sliding across my skin. His lower body forces into mine, oh fuck, it’s a steel pipe. I squirm and move further feeling him right on my spot. “Kairos,” I whisper shakily. Ignoring me, he continues his torture on my neck, biting down and tugging harder. The constant cycle of sucking and biting drives me crazy. He kisses, sucks and then bites hard. My mind whirls into an endless frenzy of him. 

“Stop squirming so much or it’ll be much worse when I snap.” the threat goes straight down my body. Suddenly a snap brave switch inside me, and I squirm harder against him. I watch as his body stills. 

“You asked for this, kitten...” his voice growls lowly. 

I don't even realise that he undid his belt and pants when he rips my shorts and knickers off, a scream escapes me when he thrusts it inside me. His size stretches inside me, welcoming him. Betraying me. My brain shut off as my mind swirls around him into an endless cycle of pleasure and lust. He thrusts deeper and deeper into me, and a string of moans escapes me. He increases his pace with strong thrusts, to an unimaginable level. This guy wants to kill me. “Kairos!” I yell into the woods, unable to hold it back. I bite down on his broad shoulders to smother the moans. My body shakes from the shiver running through me. It's too much. I can't. I can feel him so deep in me. A pleasure shrill runs down my spine when his tongue runs across my ear and tugs on it. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he darkly whispers.

“Y-yours.” my voice shakes in the middle of his merciless thrusts. 

“Say the name,” he demanded. 

“K-kairos...” I struggle with the words.

“Louder, baby girl. Let me hear your sweet voice.” he tugs on my ear, biting down. A string of soft cries left my lips. Fuck, the feeling of pain mixing with pleasure. 

“Kairos!” I cry again into the dark forest. His pace increases again as his thrusts push deeper and deeper inside me. A belt of pressure builds inside me as my eyes droop low and my body slops. The feel of him was so roughened tantalising and deep inside me. Him, him and only him. With a loud moan, I come hard as my world tilts on its axis. Only the feel of him shaking mine. A gasp leaves me when a string of his hot load shoots inside me, leaving me fuzzy and warm. 

“You’re mine. You’re never leaving me. Forever. What Kairos Moriano wants, he gets.” he darkly finishes off, sealing my fate. 

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[amberfoxerotica]

Tentacles lowered me into the circle, which faded to a black darker than I thought possible. The stained ground within the circle became soft and membranous, molding to my curves. I sank into it, slipping through the slimy film that divided my world from the abyss.

Into darkness I descended. Contentment flowed into me, followed by immense tranquility. This was where I belonged. The circle through which I’d passed shrank the further I plunged. Eventually, it was just a pin-prick of light, high above. The worries of my worldly life drifted away. They were inconsequential to my new existence.

Magic swirled up from the infinite blackness, infused with a primordial power that had existed for eons. Down here, I could feel its full potency. I let it engulf me, driving me wild with new and profound sexual longing. Overcome with desire, I rubbed my swollen clit and fondled my breasts. As I slipped my fingers into my drenched slit, droplets of pussy juice seeped out and broke off to float into the endless dark. A gentle and constant flutter ran through my quim. The Void, a being older than the universe, was near. I could sense it. My liquid scent lured it closer. We would finally meet. My new life would begin.

The more I touched myself, the more aroused I became. Eventually, an endless euphoria took hold. Unending contractions seized my pussy. Drops of my arousal dribbled out. Slowly, a vast constellation of bulging white eyes illuminated the darkness below. One by one they opened, spreading out further than I could see, revealing the being’s unfathomable size.

The Void surveyed me with its boundless gaze. Every one of its eyes overflowed with lust. My arrival was what it had been waiting for. I could sense its overwhelming desire to breed me, to pump its eggs into me, for the rest of eternity. Black tendrils came up from the darkness. They spiraled up my legs and coiled around my arms to hold me in place.

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