#Possession kink

[girlcockgaslighter]

I love lying next to my pretty boy while he sleeps. I love groping him all over and hearing his sleepy little whimpers. I love knowing I can do whatever I want to him, and he'll love it. I love listening to his heartbeat, and knowing he's mine.

[eldritchpotato]

Mirrorbound

You’ve never enjoyed visiting your grandparents for the holidays. But when the shattering of an antique mirror seems to have released something into the old house things suddenly become much more interesting. Especially since the entity seems to be very grateful for releasing her.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Content Warning: Female reader, ghost sex, possession, dubious consent, stealth exhibitionism, blood and mild gore.

If superstition was to be believed you were now looking forward to seven years of bad luck. It was a nice distracting thought from picking up the shattered pieces of the priceless artifact you had carelessly knocked over while looking for holiday decorations in the attic.

The mirror had been ornate, and the detail carved into the wooden edge was hauntingly beautiful. One of your grandfather’s “curiosities” to be sure. Maybe it just gave you the heebie-jeebies because he only would have collected it if it was either haunted, had been somehow involved in someone’s death, or connected to something else equally awful.

You hissed as a piece of glass cut into your palm. “Bloody f—” you stopped yourself. “Mary, where are you?!” You yelled again. Your aunt was taking her sweet time.

Finally, she poked her head up through the trap door and held out a broom and dustpan for you.

“I’ll get you a bandaid, deerie,” she added cheerily before clambering back down the ladder.

You did your best to sweep the glass up but considering how filthy the attic was you certainly were doing little to clean it. Where were the decorations? Why didn’t they keep them somewhere that wasn’t practically booby-trapped?

By the time you had cleaned up, whatever dust you had swept up had just attached to you. After telling Mary to find someone else to get the decoration through a coughing fit you scurried towards the bathroom for a nice long shower.

Peeling off your dusty clothes you turned the water on. It was freezing, of course, the water in this ancient house took an eternity to warm up.

You settled on checking on your appearance in the mirror while you waited. How much damage had that dirty attic done?

It wasn’t as bad as you had feared, it was easy enough to get the spider webs out of your hair and a shower would do the rest.

But…

Something red dripped from the ceiling behind you. You glanced behind you but there was nothing. No liquid on the floor and no stain on the ceiling. There was no sign of anything strange. But red wasn’t something one would miss in a white bathroom and it wasn't like your mind had a habit of playing tricks on you.

Turning back to face the mirror a scream tore from your throat. You spun around, pressing back against the sink. But the spectator was gone. The bloody monstrous figure that had spider-climbed down the wall was nowhere to be seen.

“You alright, dearie?” Mary called, knocking on the door.

“Bloody Hell,” you muttered to yourself, clutching your chest. “I’m fine Mary,” you called back. “Just… almost slipped.”

“Are you sure?” she called back.

“Yes,” you huffed, leaning your head against the wall. Actually, you weren't sure you were fine. Hallucinating was a very much not normal and fine thing.

Alright, I’ll put the kettle on,” she offered before shuffling away.

Quickly you hopped in the shower to clean yourself off. Regardless of if you were losing your mind, you needed to get clean.

A chill ran down your spine as you lathered yourself. That primal feeling that you were being observed. But the bathroom was empty, the curtain was drawn, and no one was watching you.

You dried off quickly before scurrying back to your room to get a change of clothes. You paused on the way, still slightly dripping and wrapped in a towel. “Bloody Hell, Mary, what are you doing?” you frowned.

“I’ve got it, I've got it,” she huffed, awkwardly climbing back down the ladder with a box of decorations balanced precariously.

You just shook your head and stepped into your room, closing the door behind you. Since she had sorted that you were free until supper at which point maybe you could use your new hallucinations as an excuse to leave a few days early.

You hung your towel up and waltzed over to your still mostly packed suitcase to fish out some more clothes.

Standing back up you froze. Behind you, reflecting in the full-length mirror of the guest room was a woman. She wore a tattered white dress stained red. Blood soaked her long matted hair from various shards of glass embedded in her skull. She clung to the wall with talons, what little of her skin you could see was covered in runic tattoos.

Since she wasn't real you didn't panic. But the fact you were definitely hallucinating was bad, really bad. Like maybe you could call an ambulance bad. Did you call ambulances for hallucinations? Suddenly this seemed far more serious. And why this? Why some sort of bloody demon woman?

She looked up and you winced, her hollow clawed-out eye sockets somehow still seemed to observe you. She slowly moved closer, the only way to describe her movements was wrong.

Oh, you really didn't like that.

It was oddly fascinating. Such a strange thing for your brain to make up. You had never seen this… character before, she was of your own imagination. She was oddly beautiful, the strange perfection the dead were sometimes thought to have.

She was right behind you now. You didn’t move. Logically it wasn't real but your thundering panicked heart didn't agree quite so much. Actually, you weren't remotely calm, just too distracted by logistics to notice the whole being frozen by fear thing.

Weird.

She leaned past you, bringing a talon dripping with blood to the mirror’s surface. You could swear you could almost feel her dress brushing against you. You watched with fascination as she wrote in her own blood.

Droplets of blood trailed down the mirror, you reached out to wipe them but… they were on the other side. Not that that was possible, but…

“What…” you muttered to yourself.

The message appeared on the mirror the right way round in beautiful cursive.

“You called?”

[wolfdykeviolet]

Ever since she found this strange book, she has been so intrigued with the secrets contained within it. So many interesting rituals and spells recorded inside.

It's all bogus, naturally. But it's pretty bogus, written in gorgeous fonts and with - honestly? - pretty hot drawings sketched in.

But there's one spell there that she has not been able to get out of her mind... The Body Takeover.

For the past week and a half it's been weighing on her mind constantly. Like she's drawn to it, her mind keeps wandering to that page in the book.

Fuck it. It's bogus anyway, but might as well try, right?

But who to try on, she wonders. She would need a hair of her "hopefully willing subject", as the book so optimistically puts it, so there's only a couple of options really. Definitely not mom and dad, that's for sure. It's gotta be either her girlfriend - no, can't do that, she's too busy and is barely coming over anymore - well it's got to be her then.

When nightfall arrives, she waltzes over to their shared bathroom, scans for her little sister's hairbrush, and plucks a few strands out from it. "This is so awkward" she thinks. But, well, it's bogus, right?

She retreats back to her room and gets to work. She prepares everything as it's shown in the book, she lights the candle in the middle of everything else, and chants the words inscribed on the page. Once she's done, she takes the strands of hair and lays them down in the flame.

That nasty smell of burning hair immediately hits her nose, it causes her to tear up and blink a few times. Once, twice, three blinks, and her room goes dark when she opens her eyes again.

She's in bed now? So was this just a dream? She exclaims "huh?" then her eyes grow wide when the voice coming out of her is not her own, but her little sister's sweet voice. This is her sister's room.

It worked?! She frantically looks around the room, barely lit by the moon peeking through the blinds. By her side, on the bed, lies a book. Is that...? It must be her journal. She shouldn't, she knows she shouldn't, but, she literally is her little sister right now, so why shouldn't she?

She gets up and takes the diary over to the desk, flicking on a little light, and skips to the most recent page. She's in disbelief at what she sees.

"I don't know what to think anymore. She's been looking at me all day again. But even more than she had been the last two weeks. I feel so seen by her. Does she know? Has she figured out my massive crush? Does she think I'm a disgusting freak and now she's always judging me? Not a minute goes by anymore where she isn't on my mind. I touched myself again to the thought of her last night but the thoughts are getting worse, I wish she would just barge in and kiss me and take me and not give a shit about what I think and- fuck, get it together! Of course she wouldn't. I'm the worst. But she still treats me the same as always, so at least she hasn't let on that she thinks I'm such a fuckup. I love you sis..."

The rest of the page is filled with tiny scribbles and the words "I love you big sis" repeated a few times, increasingly more disordered, until it ends.

...

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A few days later, she texts her little sister the words "I love you little sis", waits a few minutes, then takes over her body again. The spell has become easier; she does not react so strongly as she did last time to the burning, and smoothly glides over into her sister's body.

This time, she awakes not to her sister calmly resting, but to her touching herself with one hand while the other keeps the phone in hand, with one message highlighted. "I love you little sis".

"Holy shit, she's wetter than I've ever been" goes through her head as she picks up where her little sister left off. Her fingers are a bit clumsier, she doesn't know what spots feel best to this body, but as if this body naturally reacted to the presence inside it, it feels absolutely electrified. Like it senses those fingers aren't truly hers. The love for her big sister has etched itself so deeply into her that even her body instinctively reacts this viscerally to just her big sister's spirit.

It doesn't take long for her to orgasm, and oh what a big one. Her mind and body go into overdrive as she takes this body above its peak. She shakes and whines and whimpers until her body goes limp. Her own body could never feel this good.

She pants, spent from making her little sister cum this hard. She gets one last idea and, with a malicious grin, grabs the phone and snaps pictures of her bare body, trying to keep all the important bits censored. Trying, because her hard nipples are clearly on display in some of them. She sends those pictures over to herself as a reply to the "I love you" message, captioning them "I am thinking about you big sis".

Oh she's going to have so much fun with this.

[the-black-manor]

I'm bigger than you. I decide when the sex ends.

[songsofsappho]

I have a new respect for the collared girlies given how downright pathetic and borderline non-functioning I got last night at just being shown the collar my girl got custom made for me.

How do ya'll function?? 😵‍💫

[erotic-writhings]

Hm i think I enjoy like living armour

Ohh I think I like that too, now I'm not sure if this allures you to them, but imagine waking up trapped inside one.

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You had gone to sleep after a long day of exploring and didn't think anything of the old armor lining the hall, it was dull and probably wouldn't even get you anything if you pawned it. As you wake up the next morning though, the first thing you feel is cold metal touching every part of you. You try to struggle but your arms are held to your sides by the armor you now wear. You scream for help but your voice only echos off of the visor just in front of your face.

You didn't notice this but as you made camp for the night, a suit of living armor had its eyes on you. Something about you, your movement, your innate energy, or maybe merely your body heat drew it to you, and it wanted more.

It slowly disassembled itself and slid onto you, careful not to wake you. As it lifted itself off the ground with you inside, you made a grunt but it was quick to hush you. Using it's feelers and tendrils to soothingly brush against your skin until you fell back into a deeper sleep.

Now as you screamed in your living prison, it did the same as before, only this time it called attention to the fact you were mostly nude inside of here, it must have had to remove your clothes to assure you fit inside. As the slimy tendrils ran over your body you couldn't help but whimper, thoughts raced in your mind about being eaten or simply left to rot in here. Tears ran down your face but the tendrils quickly wiped them away, stroking your cheek. Was it trying to be kind to you?

While you still shook in its clutches, you began to try and focus on the behavior of the creature touching you. It was carrying out slow, gentle strokes across your body. Slimy, but not entirely bad. Suddenly you moaned. The creature's tendrils hand found it's way to your crotch. You tried to speak out against it "h-hey no w-wait a minute-" but you were cut off as you moaned again. The creature using it's feelers to find all the places that made you tick. You tried to struggle against it and protest but you were reminded that this creature had you entirely surrounded in its armor. Your limbs were now it's own and it didn't seem to understand english to know that you didn't want this.

But maybe that was good, maybe you did want this. The creature could sense that your fear was subsiding and more pleasurable feelings were growing inside of you, the noises you made now didn't sound as alarmed as they had once did. The creature continued, and pleasure began to block out any other sense you had. From the outside all anyone would see is a stock still suit of armor but on the inside was your writhing and panting body, maybe if someone listened close enough they could hear your muffled moans, but that was unlikely because the living armor was going to be highly defensive of you no matter what, not that you would have the time to worry about that.

[doctorjackdaw]

a couple of depicted ghostly possessions >:D when eve possesses junkyu's body, he becomes pregnant like her - meanwhile jack was already pregnant and iris' ghost body gets to feel himself grow into that size again

iris is ivan's deceased partner who remains as a ghost on earth - its actually thanks to june that ivan can perceive iris at all!!

[toyintrance]

I always get excited when people talk about ghost fucking and then get mildly disappointed when they're only talking about some invisible man / phantom sensation stuff. Like yeah that's fun but what about POSSESSION??? what about an incorporeal entity penetrating you body mind and soul and using your now shared body to experience pleasures of the flesh again for the first time in who knows how long? what about being a helpless passenger in your own body as your own hands explore you like new, uncharted territory? What about being used and puppetted so that something else can soak up the dopamine and serotonin and oxytocin that it forcefully pumps through your brain? What about being given back control of your body after the experience while the ghost continues to take up residence in your mind, both of you basking in the afterglow and feeling closer than two separate bodies could ever be? What about that??

[seradae]

"You're mine," she growled. Few thoughts could make it through your addled mind, but you couldn't help but feel it was the most obvious statement you'd ever heard.

Her hand held your chin. Her cum was still inside you. Your blood was dripping both from her sharp teeth and from the rapidly-closing puncture wounds on your neck. Her words were the only sounds you could hear. She couldn't have owned you more thoroughly if she tried.

She let go of your chin and laid down next to you, the contrast of her cold skin conflicting with the feelings of the warmth she left in you. "I'm glad you'll be here with me now. My pet, forever."

[babeilovemonsters]

You can't remember when they appeared. Everything around that day is a blur. Did they do that? You can't remember. The demon in your mindscape makes a point to distance you from your problems, and that day certainly was one they don't want you to think about, even possessing you at times to take you away from something they don't like. Sure, their presence can be useful, as they play with your memories and emotions in attempts to keep you thriving, but it gets kind of... condescending. Besides, how were you supposed to learn things if they made you forget your experiences?

One particularly bad day, you can feel them toying with you yet again. They don't say anything about it, but you can practically feel their claws scraping the day's events off of your brain. You stop what you're doing, finally frustrated enough to have a word. You tell them to stop, questioning what it is they actually want. Why they're still sticking around. Don't they have anything better to do? The demon argues right back, still not clarifying what it is they're after. The two of you bicker back and forth, barely getting anywhere, until the demon suddenly takes over the wheel, forcing you out of the driver's seat as they possess you, getting up and standing in front of a mirror, where their reflection shows their inhuman eyes in your skull.

They compliment you. Saying they want what's best for you. Easing their way into your forgiveness with praise, and reassurance. You try so hard to not be flattered, but... it's kind of nice, isn't it? Actually, yes. You are lucky. Not everyone has something so powerful looking after them. You can relax, it's okay, the demon knows what they're doing. No need to worry-- wait, are they doing it again? That clever charmer is doing something to you, aren't they?! Ah, but it's so much effort to try fighting it. Besides, it DOES feel really nice... Maybe you should just let it happen. Yeah... That's probably for the best.

The demon praises you softly, while still not giving up control over your body. You ask them if you can have the wheel again, but they make a very convincing argument, saying you surely deserve something nice for being so compliant. You do deserve something nice, they're right. You're being so mature and accepting about their kindness, you deserve to feel good. That's all they want for you, after all! All they've ever wanted. So you give in, trusting them with your body, dizzily wondering what it is they'll reward you with.

Your demon continues to praise your obedience while they slowly and gently remove your clothing. You look so good, you know. You shouldn't have to hide your gorgeous body with these tacky bits of fabric, should you? You feel so relieved once they've stripped you down fully, feeling so comfortable now you're free and in the open. They point out how hot you are as they trace soft circles on your chest with one finger, making sure you can still feel things even if you can't control them.

You moan out, but your voice only echoes inside your own head, for only your demon to hear. They chuckle, teasing you. Maybe you are being a bit pathetic, they're right. I mean, it doesn't feel THAT good, does it? They're just... No, it does. You don't really care if you're being a bit pathetic. It's charming, right? How easy it is to make you feel so nice and tender. They praise your acceptance, and it feels great to know they're so pleased with you! They even up their reward for you, how kind!

They stop their circling, slowly gliding their hand down your body. Or- your hand down your body? Ah, who cares. That's too difficult to figure out right now, you just want to focus on the feel, watching through the demon's eyes as they do everything in front of the mirror, so you get a full view of what they're doing to you. After an agonisingly long wait, they finally reach the place you've been wanting them to touch for what feels like an eternity. They simply trace over your genitals once, with one finger, making you cry out in frustration and pleasure. It feels so, so good, what's taking them so long?!

Finally, they take pity on their poor, whimpering human, praising your patience as they begin properly, giving you the most beautiful and amazing gift of your life. How could you ever imply they treat you badly? Nothing is bad about the way they're touching you now. You really should just put more trust in them, because then you get to feel their touch against your heated genitals, feeling their fingers in your poor throbbing hole. It's so good. You need them, you know that, don't you? You'd never be able to deal without them here with you, making you feel so nice.

Just relax and trust them. They're so good at making you forget your pain, you can barely even remember what started this. But really, who cares? That's not why you're here now.

What happened yesterday? You ask yourself as you wake up in the morning, wearing your most comfortable pyjamas. Oh, it was that goddamn demon again! Erasing all your bad memories of the day before! You really should have a word with them about that at some point, it's getting kinda frustrating.

[hwmlock]

Missing the way he kicks me in my stomach and soothes it right after by massaging my full bladder with his boot

[eldritchpotato]

In a high fantasy world getting possessed by a succubus isn’t the end of the world. All you have to do is go to the local cleric for an off-the-shelf exorcism… and to stop cumming.

That’s what trips people up because you might not even think about the strange tattoo over your womb or just how wet you are until it’s too late.

Once you cum the succubus has a hold. And sure you could still go to the cleric but… well you feel better. You’ve got more energy, you’re in better shape, and damn if it isn’t fun to be slutty once in a while.

Sometimes it takes a while to realize just how far down the bimbo rabbit hole you’ve gone. But by that point, it’s often too late. Plus you can always go to the cleric after the next cock fills you with cum or the next pussy squirts all over your face.

Once you’re addicted to it there’s no coming back. Not that you would want to. Your cunt is always hungry, you’ve got better things to do.

Very quickly a single succubus gaining hold can lead to a total outbreak. Which is why kingdoms are often so sexually repressed. How would the Kings exploit people if everyone was just fucking and sucking all day? Maybe you should suck the King's cock and make him just like you.

[wolfdykeviolet]

Absorbing her essence

A quick little scent/perfume based possession thing because I got inspired by my muse.

You wake up to find a strange box by your mail. Strange, you weren't told about this. But the tag on it clearly says her name, your girlfriend's. She usually lets you know in advance when she sends something your way. Strange. Maybe she forgot.

You take the box inside, but you don’t have the time to open it for now, so you leave it for tonight. You send your girlfriend a text, asking her what’s up with the gift.

“What gift?” she responds. You insist, sending her a picture of the box.

“That looks a little familiar… maybe I forgot :)” and she doesn’t say any more about the gift. Strange. But she can be strange, so you shrug it off and look forward to opening whatever it is once you’re home.

You get home exhausted by work, and treat yourself to some dinner before finally grabbing the box and sitting down on the couch with it. It’s fairly small and light, but you can’t make out its contents from the wrapping alone. You tear open the box, and take out the sole thing contained: A bottle of her perfume, neatly boxed up to prevent damage. Memories immediately flood your mind. Memories of holding your girlfriend, her holding you, until that scent rubbed off on you. Your heart blooms as you take out the bottle, marveling at its design.

Floral patterns engraved in the glass as you trace them with your fingers. A faint hint of the scent permeates, and you immediately feel yourself get light-headed when it hits you. What a thoughtful, wonderful gift. You’re not going anywhere tonight, but you have to try the perfume. You lift the bottle up to your chest, and from a distance give yourself a quick spritz. Just one, a small one, just to be with her again, if only by her smell.

It hits you, and you stagger back immediately. Your eyes flutter and it gets hard to think. Does her smell intoxicate you that much? That one spritz was a lot already, better relax. That’s what you tell yourself, but your hands do not comply. Instead, they aim the bottle again, and give another two sprays of the delicious fragrance that rapidly courses through your mind, your body.

You fully fall onto your couch like you got knocked out, and remain there for a minute, your breath is heavy but surprisingly calm. You feel your mind emptying out as your thoughts get replaced and pushed away by her scent, her essence, filling out your head. You see colours popping in your inner eye, a symphony of sights and smells and sounds swirling in your head for Gods know how long.

Eventually, your eyes flutter back open, and you look back down at yourself. You’re in a cosy position, just lying down. You don’t remember repositioning like this. Wait...

When did you get undressed?

Your eyes snap open and you try to lift yourself up, but your arms refuse to obey. Instead, your hands just glide down your soft skin, along the smooth curves of your body. You feel so relaxed, you let out sighs and whimpers while your hands just trail up and down. You grab your breasts, feeling their weight in the palm of your hand, thumb rolling over your nipple. A whine. And finally, you hear a voice.

“Oh, hey love. Woken up a little have we?” The familiar voice comes from so close, like it’s right on top of you.

Like it’s your own voice coming from your own mouth!

You slur out a response, your own mouth betraying you as much as the rest of yourself:

“What is thisssss, what is happeninggggg…” you drag the end of your sentences, which makes you sound incredibly pathetic, and it elicits a giggle from ‘you’.

“Shhh, love. It’s me. I’m just here to give you some R&R. You’re sooo stressed out all the time, I figured I would do something for you. And we both know you’ll never willingly let me ease your stress. So I will get you to relax, no matter how.”

‘You’ release a sadistic chuckle as your hands keep touching your body in all the places you and your girlfriend know all too well. You squeeze your thighs and squirm when you- when she slides her hand down there.

“Darling, tell me, it’s been soooo long since you last touched yourself, it’s been like two entire weeks since we did anything. You must be so fucking pent up, aren’t you?” she coos you, using your own voice. You can tell her intonation and her cadence coming through, making your voice undoubtedly hers, and it begins to affect you (Begins, because you’re still in denial about being all hers from the very start). You, actually you, now whine pathetically as she firmly keeps control over you, making you feel things you have been thoroughly missing.

You need it so badly, you didn’t even get to resisting, didn’t even get to the farce of pleading “nooo this is strange, I don’t want this”. No, you understood, the moment she revealed herself to you, that this is happening, and your only choice is how willing of a participant you would be.

Very willing, it seems, because you now free your mind of your own accord. Committed to the plunge, you take a deep whiff of the scent that’s been enveloping you like a tight blanket.

You let it all in, absorbing her very essence and you fully let go, as you sink into the colours and smells and sounds and sensations and the feel of your skin and the pleasure and the…

[the-black-manor]

If you sleep with your window open, then you can't complain when I creep in during the night and use you to my own ends. I pin you to the bed with my body and force my fingers into your mouth to silence you when I see your eyes widen and a scream begin to form in your throat. Don't be afraid, darling. I won't harm you. I only mean to breed you.

My eyes and sharp teeth glint in the pale light of the moon, but I'm a silhouette otherwise. You can't see who's taking advantage of you in what you thought was your safest place. I start by grinding against you, working myself up, using your body to massage my clothed cock until it's hard and throbbing, straining against my trousers. And then I'm under your covers with you in the blink of an eye, and we're both naked. My body is pressed against yours, my soft lips against your neck, peppering kisses along your pulse point and collarbone as I use my cockhead to prod at your entrance. You grab at me, nails raking down my back, trying to turn your head to get my fingers out of your mouth, but it's no use. I'm much bigger than you, darling. You're not going anywhere. You don't mind if I fuck you, right? You don't mind if I use like a toy, getting off on your warm, tight hole. You feel so good...

My cock fills you completely, stretching you almost to the point of pain, and you struggle against me harder as panic sets in. I'm inside of you, buried deep, and I'm throbbing with the need to unload. But not before I've had my way with you. I took the time and went through the effort to get in here without an invitation and I fully intend to make good use of it.

I buck my hips, setting a steady pace, hammering against your insides with each thrust of my girth, massaging all the best spots. You try and fight the pleasure that's bubbling in your core, but your body betrays you and you clench around me, earning a low growl in your ear. I nip at your pulse, and as you feel the weight of my body on top of you and my cock forcing its way inside, you realize that your struggle is folly, and fall still beneath me.

There's a good little human. The fight was fun, I'm sure, but now it's time to relax as I pleasure myself. You're not getting away from me. Just lie back and let me take care of everything. You left your widow open. You wanted this, didn't you? Oh, I'm sorry darling, I can't hear you with my fingers in your mouth. That's okay. I already know the answer.

The spring in your stomach tightens as my pace grows erratic, and it's your climax forcing you to squeeze my cock tight that finally pushes me over the edge. Your muscles contract and you curl into me as I bite down hard on your neck, my fangs piercing deep and drawing sweet crimson. You taste so good when you cum. I drink as my cock twitches and throbs, releasing thick, hot ribbons of fresh cum deep inside of you, again, and again, and again.

You start to feel dizzy and your hands fall away from my back. I pull my red lips away from your neck and nuzzle into the space where they had been as I thrust my hips once more, fucking my cum deeper, even while my climax still shakes my body and more of my seed floods into you.

I can feel your stomach swelling, pushing against mine. You feel so incredible, I just can't stop cumming, and you're squeezing with each twitch of my cock, milking me hard. Your body is drinking me up as tears run down your cheeks. There's nothing you can do now. I have claimed you for my own, made you my pet, and bred you thoroughly.

And this was only round one.

[songsofsappho]

I'm not possessive, not when it matters.

I want my partner to be touchy and flirt with her friends, if that's what she likes. I want to learn about her world and start to fit into it, not mould it to fit me.

And, at the end of the day, after we've been out with friends all evening - seeing people bat their eyes at her, joke with her, place lingering touches on her - I want to drag her back to our bed and rip off her shirt to locate all of my bruises she's been wearing.

Start nursing them back from their gentle rose to a passionate violet. She is a garden, and I will sow the seeds of my devotion into her again and again.

My garden. My girl. Mine.

[xxstarboy]

Forcing me to submit would be hot I think, but making me want to completely give myself to you? Slowly, lovingly unraveling me until I can't think about anything but you? That is infinitely hotter to me personally