#Wlw monsters

[delulu-is-the-solulu-843]

A little show

Fem vampire x fem werewolf

Summary: after a lovely date at the theater you and your girlfriend decide to go for walk to the pier. The plan is brutally interrupted when two guys decide that they know better, unluckily for them there’s more that meets the eye about you and your girlfriend.

⚠️caution⚠️read the warnings before reading the story.

Warnings: attempted assault, attempted sexual assault, threats of sexual assault, homophobic slurs, blood, gore (kind of), blood drinking, kissing after blood drinking, implied death, oral, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism.

A/N: this might just be the most graphic and filthiest thing I’ve ever written, but when the wife asks for a story you give her a story @lynnistired.

The air was chilly as the couple walked hand and hand out of the theater. Shoulders bumping together as they walked, talking and laughing over some parts in the movie they each found funny. When you look over and see her, the way your jacket looks over her shoulders. Your scent invading her senses. You’ve always loved the way she looks in your clothes, almost like you’re staking your claim. She’s yours, no one else’s.

You’re lost in your thoughts, granted your thoughts are about her. The breeze blows through the air, the night is calm. The moon and street lights providing enough light but still keeping it dim enough that even in the city it felt like just them walking through the night.

You bring the intertwined hands to your lips and press a soft kiss to the back of her hand, a small smile making its way to yours and hers lips at the small action. The hands fall back between you both swinging softly as you walk.

She bumps her shoulder against yours as she speaks a chuckle coming from both of you. This was nice, a night just for the both of you. You took her to a movie and now you both walked hand in hand to the pier.

It was mostly quiet save for the couples talking, the sound of their steps, and the few cars that passed them. The couple was passing on alleyway when it happened. They felt the hands on their shoulders pulling them into the alley way.

You give a grunt when you feel yourself pushed roughly against the brick wall. You hear your love struggling against her own captor, you hear her muffled yelling, the shuffling of feet and bodies as she tried to break free of the man’s embrace.

You yell out or at least you try to. The punch to your jaw leaves your head rattled and the taste of iron in your mouth. You spit out the mouth full of blood,it splatters against the fuckers shirt. He makes a sound of disgust when he feels the warmth of saliva and blood seep into his black shirt.

The blood dribbles down your chin, “you cunt!” He yells as his fist collides with your stomach. You double over before your pushed against the brick wall behind you again.

You hear something that makes your blood go cold.

“Such a shame a pretty thing like you is being wasted on a dyke. Why don’t we show you what you’re missing on with a real man, huh?”

He looks at her with a disgusting predatory grin that shows too much teeth, his friend that has you against the wall laughs in agreement.

“Yeah maybe we can fix this one too, maybe all it needs is some real dic-“

As he’s speaking you look over his shoulder to meet her eyes, they aren’t fearful. No they are full of pure anger and rage. She looks at you as if she’s asking something and all you can do is discreetly nod.

Now it was generally frowned upon to expose yourself like this but desperate times desperate measures you suppose. Your existence wasn’t particularly well known well at least not to small minded scum like this, and it *was* supposed to stay that way but being an emergency you hoped those in charge would let you both off easy, it’s not your faults these idiots didn’t know two unsuspecting women were really “monsters” in disguise.

You watch as her irises slowly begin turning red, the a small smirk forming on her lips. You feel a matching smirk forming on yours, you don’t have to see it to know your irises are slowly turning a golden hue.

Just as the man holding you against the wall was talking about introducing you to “real dick” you push him away, the force of it making him slow into the other side of the alleyway. You hear a groan of pain and look over to the man that had your love, your mate against the wall now clutching his groin. You can’t help the chuckle that rumbles in your chest.

When you look at her, the real her without any glamour to blend in with humans you feel your heart flutter. Her crimson red eyes, the way her fangs peak out when she grins at you, the way she looks you up and down no doubt taking in your own authentic self.

You feel your own sharpened canines in your mouth just begging to sink into flesh, you feel the way your nails have become more claw like, the way a voice inside your head tells you to tear these men apart limb by limb for even entertaining the thought of harming your mate.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the scum you sent into the wall slowly trying to clamor away with a groan, you give a huff before you grab him by the collar of his shirt and drag him back. Now you pin him against the way.

“You’ve made a grave mistake. One that you need to be taught a lesson for, oh but don’t worry it won’t hurt…too much.” You say with a laugh as you bring your fist back to punch him in the gut just like he had done to you. When he doubles over in pain you can’t help the laugh that rumbles in your chest.

You can’t help it the way your instincts give in, I mean you can hardly be blamed you’re just a wolf and a wolf that has been threatened, don’t people know that threatened animals tend to bite? You grip a fist full of hair from the top of his head and you can feel the way your claws scratch against his scalp, the way he screams and the way sticky warm blood coats your finger tips.

“Shut up!” You growl at him as you use his hair to pull his head to the side. Now neck biting was usually your girlfriend’s forte but as a wolf you weren’t a stranger to blood. You’ve become accustomed to eating a lot of raw meat around the time of the full moon so what’s a little blood sucking? Granted you can’t actually bite and suck like she can but you can bite the artery and drink up, and that’s exactly what you do.

Your sharp canines dig into the fuckers neck, in fact all your teeth do as you bite down, you bite down like a rabid dog, your turn your head and hear the satisfying tear of flesh on his neck. You use your tongue to lap up the blood the quickly flows from the degenerates wound.

Behind you has gotten suspiciously quiet and you’d be worried if it weren’t for the quiet sucking you heard, you knew your mate was doing the exact same.

When the man’s knees began to give out that’s when you backed away. You watched as he slid down to the floor, pale and dazed as the open wound on his neck ebbed. His shirt collar quickly becoming warm and sticky with blood.

You look to your love and see that she has the other would be assailant up against the wall and her fangs in his neck.

You remember their words and that’s when you get the idea, they’re still alive…for now. So you’ll have to be quick.

“Babe leave him some blood, we ought to show them what it really looks like to satisfy a woman don’t you think?”

You hear her throaty chuckle as she pulls her head away from the man’s neck. Blood smeared on her lips and dribbling down her chin. Beautiful.

She drags the man next to the one that was already against the wall, bleeding out and half conscious.

His body flops down next to his body as he blinks his eyes trying to remain conscious.

She goes up to you, her hands going up your body, up your arms and resting on your shoulders as your hands go to her waist. You look over at the half conscious men.

“Pay attention boys, let me show just how well this dyke makes her cum just fine.” You say with a wolffish grin using their own words against them.

You crash your lips into hers and you both moan into the kiss. The blood that coated your lips and chin inevitably getting on her face, but neither of you cared. Her hand goes up to grip your hair making you groan. You run your tongue against her bottom lip and she opens her mouth. Your tongues meet and you feel her tongue against yours making a shiver go down your spine. The taste of blood mingles in the kiss, a taste that is uniquely her mixed with the rich iron of blood making you growl.

She breaks the kiss as her fangs graze your bottom lip making a small whimper bubble at the back of your throat. Your fell the pleasant sting of her fangs nipping at your lip.

“Fuck” you groan out as she chuckles. She uses the hand in your hair to grip your hair and tilt your head back. She kisses your jaw and down your neck, you feel the stain of blood and her black lipstick against your skin. A small whimper bubbles in your chest as she kisses and nips at the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You feel her fangs graze that very spot and a shiver goes down your spine.

“Later.” You tell her not wanting the two fuckheads behind you to be privy to something so sacred as your love biting you. You feel her nod against you as she begins to unbutton your shirt. Once it’s fully unbuttoned you feel her sharp nail just above the center of your bra. She adds some pressure as she moves her nail down, cutting your bra open while giving you a small cut in the process making you hiss out somewhere between pain and pleasure. The blood slowly beads in the cut as your nipples pebble at being introduced to the chilly night air. She ducks her head down as she uses her tongue to lick the small bit of blood in the cut, the taste of your blood making her moan.

You feel your own arousal strength at the pretty sounds she makes. You can feel yourself becoming uncomfortably slick and the way your cunt throbs. Your head falls back with a moan as you feel her lips around your nipple, her fingers pinching and twisting the other one, you look down at her and you feel your knees almost give out when she looks up at you with those crimson eyes.

You feel more than hear her chuckle as releases your nipple with a pop before switching to the other one. Fuck she felt so good but you couldn’t take this anymore but you had to have her. You had to show those pigs that she didn’t need help being satisfied, just you. You needed to show them that you could make her feel better than they ever could.

You can feel yourself getting territorial, you needed to mark what’s yours.

You gently grab her hair, being mindful of your claws and pull her away from your nipple.

“Legs spread, hands against the wall. Now.” You tell her, your voice commanding as you nod towards the wall across from the half conscious men. Her eyes widen a bit at the command and she bites her lip as she nods.

She walks to the wall with an extra sway in her hips, you can’t help smirk. Once she has her hands against the wall you kneel behind her and lift up her skirt. You admire how beautiful she looks in her pretty little thong, specifically the damp spot. You growl as you can smell her arousal from here.

You gently run a claw up and down her clothed slit. Humming when you can feel the wetness through the thong.

“Someone’s excited huh?” You tease

“Oh shut up, you act like I can’t hear how fast your heart is beating right now.” You can practically hear the blush in her voice

“Can you blame me? I got so wet and waiting for me. I’d be a fool not to be turned on.” You say as you rip her thong with your claws.

The action makes her moan with a shiver and you can’t help but to chuckle.

You slowly pull the thong away and your breath hitches when you see just how wet see is.

You spread her folds open with your thumbs and move to look back at the half conscious men.

“You see that boys? See how that pretty pussy just glistens. God she’s so wet.”

You look back at your girlfriend.

“Tell them who made this went baby.”

“You did”

“Huh what was that? I didn’t quite hear ya darling.” You say as you slowly run a finger over her clit, relishing in the way her entrance tightens around nothing.

“You! Fuck it was you! You made me this wet!” She whines out wanting more than teasing.

Your grin darkens as your chuckle is deep in throaty.

“That’s right baby. I did. I made you this wet, not them. Me.” You say before you dive right in.

You lap at her weeping cunt like a dehydrated man finding water. Your tongue explores every inch of her. Your tongue swirls around her clit. Her gasps and moans are music to your ears. Your hands hold onto her thighs keeping her legs spread as you eat her pussy from behind. Your mouth latches onto her clit and you suck.

You hear the way she whimpers your name and you can’t help but chuckle, the vibrations going right to her clit.

You go back to lapping at her pussy before you back away. You catch your breath and she makes the sound of disappointment that you’ve stopped, you can see slick mixed with the blood from your mouth coating her pussy. You slowly fuck one finger into her, you both simultaneously groan. Her at the feeling of your finger in her pussy and you at the way her soaking plush walls just pull you in deeper.

You curl your finger watching the way her back arches and her legs twitch, you fuck a second finger into her and pick up the pace. The only sound in the alley in her breathy moans and the way her soaked pussy takes your fingers.

The men had fully lost consciousness you don’t know how long ago but you didn’t care, their last memory would forever be seeing the way your girl takes your fingers and how beautifully she sounds doing it.

A/N: okay that was just a bit over 13k words of pure spooky season filth. I hope y’all liked it I’m slowly trying to get into writing more monster stuff. I am still working on the attorney Abby Anderson fic don’t you worry but it was nice to do a lil something for spooky season. I know this was a bit dark, darker than anything I usually write so the Abby fic will be a nice little palate cleanser. Alright thank you and always love y’all 🧡🖤

[metalichotchoco]

Robot vampire and plant werewolf gfs

[ill-written-god]

M | 527 | f/f human/demon | horror/fantasy elements idk | mating cycles

Susan took a step back before entering her flat but after double-checking the number, she walked in. When the door shut behind her, it cut off the hall light and wrapped her in pitch darkness. She slapped the light switch but the bulbs above her only buzzed before giving up. She sighed.

"Babe, you can't turn the whole place into your lair. We have a bedroom."

She could hear her girlfriend crawling up the walls, invisible in the dark.

"You'll be explaining the footprints to our guests next time," she grumbled, dropping the gym bag on the floor and extending her hands to somehow navigate her home. Judging by the soft fabrics against her arms, Lilith broke into the linen closet again.

As she stumbled towards the bedroom, the skittering footsteps followed above. Despite running into something every two seconds, the elaborate, at least room-wide pillow fort didn’t fall apart. She hoped it didn’t mean Lilith used her spit again. 

She finally reached her dresser, but almost lost her footing when a little demon jumped down from the ceiling. Regaining her balance, she continued with her search for a change of clothes, unfazed by what was a daily occurrence at this point. It took a long time to get used to, but the regular gym workouts helped with keeping them both upright.

Lilith’s limbs wrapped around her tightly, and her whole body started rubbing against her back. She weighed on Susan like she was trying to bring her down and her body was hot like a furnace, to an almost unpleasant point. The realisation hit her like an electric shot.

"Oh, is it this time of your cycle?"

Dating a demonic creature was an adjustment. While Susan had her periods, Lilith turned more feral every two months. Usually, that was when she'd turn the whole living room into a nest of blankets and pillows, the urge to create a safe, warm space taking over. She never fully understood how the mating cycle exactly aligned with that, but apparently, she was about to find out. 

"We can do that, just let me take a shower first."

Instead of a coherent answer, Lilith purred, sneaked her tail between her thighs and started rubbing at her in long, slow drags.

"Baby, I'm all sweaty," she protested with a sigh, while her thighs flexed.

She knew it wasn't a compelling argument, not when the previous cycle Lilith threw away all of her deodorants repeating "smell bad" over and over again.

To prove she wasn't bothered, on the contrary, Lilith let loose her tongue, dipping it between her sweaty breasts. Susan leaned her head back, feeling her resolve crumble.

"Alright, point taken, you nasty bitch," she chuckled, turning it into a moan when the tail pressed harder, its ridges easy to feel over the gym sweats. Her knees buckled and to avoid falling under the weight of her lover she collapsed onto their bed, thus sealing her fate. She became the main course for her lover while she licked her body clean chanting, “Mate, mate, mate,” in a lustful frenzy. Starting the first round of a long weekend spent in their lair.

[cerylune]

[steemyart]

farcille

[wolvesbaned]

that’s a lot of wlwolves

[hum-tittle]

Am I aroace: Yes

Am I a lesbian: Also yes

Are all my fictional crushes nonhuman men???: For some reason also, yes??

Do I need help: Probably?

[bunnis-monsters]

Female siren using readers pussy as an incubator for her eggs please?

Your lover cooed softly, nuzzling her face into your neck as her hand traced over your bulging belly.

“Thank you for keeping my young warm, my beloved…” she said in her smooth, elegant voice. “They are safe here, with you…”

You let out a little sigh, relaxing in the small pool of salt water. “I’d hope so, you’ve been keeping all of the predators away from this cave.”

She laughed, butting her head against your neck affectionately. “But of course… anything to keep you and our young safe…”

You tried not to look at the human skeletons littering the bottom of the pool, instead focusing on your girlfriend’s fingers playing with your sensitive clit.

“So lovely…” she purred, leaving kissing along your neck as one of her webbed fingers pushed into your needy cunt. “Even more lovely now that you’re carrying my eggs…”

She seemed to adore your chubby belly before, but went crazy over how it bulged with her eggs now. She cooed and fussed over you, licking your neck and cheeks affectionally before going back to pleasuring you.

“My sweetheart, all I could ever need…”

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[malinanan]

Andria, the monster huntress 🗡️💔

[hee-blee-art]

a little bloody mary comic idea I had last halloween

[image ID: a four page digital comic.

panel 1: a thin woman with long dark hair and light skin is seen from behind sitting in front of a vanity mirror in a room full of mirrors. text placed on the back of her head reads, "lots of people know my name."

panel 2: a group of school girls gather around a mirror in a dark school bathroom lit with candles as one of them writes "bloody mary" on the mirror. text on one of the girls' backs reads, "I get calls all the time."

panel 3: the girls run out of the bathroom screaming. text: "but no one is ever happy to see me."

panel 4: a curvy person with light skin and a partially shaved head half-laid out on the floor of a bedroom looks startled as bloody mary emerges from a full-length mirror in front of them. text: "when they don't run away[...]"

panel 5: the person is shown from behind as they hold up a polaroid to bloody mary. text: "they ask me, hunched and trembling, to perform curses and hexes for them."

panel 6: bloody mary shown halfway through a mirror. text: "I never quite know how to respond."

panel 7: bloody mary has her head down on her vanity desk. text: "no one ever calls just to see me."

panel 8: a darker-skinned hand with long black nails writes bloody mary's name on a mirror with red lipstick in a candlelit room. text: "no one[...]"

panel 9: bloody mary emerges from the mirror in front of a darker-skinned woman with two buns and red lipstick, who is smiling. no text.

panel 10: bloody mary is shown up close as the woman tucks mary's hair behind he ear, showing more of her ghostly face, and a bright red lipstick kiss mark on her cheek. text: "except her."

panel 11: bloody mary sits in her mirror room admiring the kiss mark on her cheek with a hand mirror. no text. end ID.]

[p3dr0pisstachi0]

I love drawing robecca :3333

[floral-monsters]

Dating apps for my funky little lesbians. A hugely fun part of making these was figuring out everyone’s sun signs. 🌞

[yandere-writer-momo]

🧡🤍🩷 Lesbian Visibility Week Special 🧡🤍🩷

Yandere Short Stories:

A Dragon’s Treasure

Yandere Lesbian Dragon x Shy Princess Reader

The Emerald Calamity. The Green Inferno. The Jade Death. All of these titles belonged to a feared, emerald dragon by the name of Cahira. She was one of the few dragons that lived in the land and yet she didn’t often pillage villages to earn those titles. No. She only decimated kingdoms for their jewels… for her princess.

Cahira’s true interest lied in the happiness of princess (your name), a woman so beautiful that anyone could fall in love with a single glance? Cahira was instantly enthralled with the idea of the princess. How could a dragon resist the tales of such beauty? Cahira simply had to have her… dragons loved treasure after all.

Yet there was a rumor that really caught Cahira’s attention. Supposedly, the princess was in a scandalous relationship with her own maid… yet it ended up with the maid betraying the princess for money. This rumor made Cahira’s heart flutter since she was a sapphic too.

Cahira’s curiosity eventually got the best of her and she flew to (your name)’s kingdom to be sure. And when her golden eyes landed on the meek princess, Cahira was instantly captivated. Cahira had to have the princess! There was no ifs, ands, or buts about Cahira’s decision either. It was her way or death.

It was a year year ago today when Cahira had decided to steal the princess away. Before (your name) could be married off to some foreign royalty. Men couldn’t possibly take care of such a dazzling jewel. They would ruin (your name) because they wouldn’t be able to protect her properly! The princess didn’t deserve to be some concubine when she was queen material! (Your name) was a permanent prize to be attained, so Cahira was far better for her… at least that’s what the dragon told herself.

Cahira had went to the extremes to try to earn her beloved’s favor. Expensive jewels, extravagant meals, and the finest silks were always within her grasp. The finest for the finest, Cahira always insisted. Yet Cahira noticed how the princess would cower in her room. A fact that deeply upset the dragon.

So Cahira went to a witch for a magic necklace that would allow her to transform into a more humanoid form in exchange for a ton of gold. Maybe her beloved would like her more if she was able to touch her better?

And Cahira adored the blush on her princess’s face when she transformed for the first time. It seemed a voluptuous body made (your name) avert her gaze and turn into a tomato… a cute tomato of course! And Cahira couldn’t get enough of teasing her precious princess!

(Your name) was now an irreplaceable treasure that would be forever cherished by her enamored captor! A princess locked up in an inescapable tower in a giant forest far from civilization. A beautifully decorated cage with her gentle dragon! A cushy life perfect for a pampered princess.

A hero would be vacuous to even create a rescue attempt… no matter how much the princess desired freedom, she would never get away. For Cahira had her best interest in mind… and a dragon never loses sight of their treasure.

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.

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(Your name) whimpered when Cahira dragged a wet rag down her back while she sat in the large claw tub. Cahira’s voluptuous human form leaned against the edge of the tub, the dragon hummed a low melody to try to ease her beloved’s shyness.

Sharp talons delicately traced shapes on (your name)’s back as Cahira rinsed the suds off the princess’s delicate skin with the green rag. Cahira leaned forward to press a few kisses against the blushing flesh.

“You’re so lovely…” Cahira whispered in (your name)‘s ear, her hot breath made the smaller woman recoil in embarrassment. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me…”

(Your name) still held her arms over her chest, a shiver ran down her spine when Cahira’s golden eyes flicked over her bare body. Despite the two years they’ve been ‘together,’ the princess still wasn’t used to such brazen behavior. (Your name) was simply lucky the bubbles covered up a bit more of her dignity from this lustful beast.

“I’m still a lady…” (your name) squealed when Cahira playfully nipped her neck, a small red marking now on her nape. “Hey!”

“You’re such a prude.” Cahira stood up from the ledge of the tub. The gorgeous woman stretched her olive arms over her horned head and yawned to reveal her sharp fangs. “I’ll let you wash yourself up then. I simply just enjoy indulging my precious princess.”

Cahira then left the bathroom, her hips swayed behind her in a confident manner. Her emerald tail flicked the door shut behind her, finally leaving (your name) to her own devices.

The princess softly sighed and turned her gaze to the full body mirror across from the tub. There was no doubt Cahira pampered her. She was healthy and dressed in the finest silks (ones that were confiscated from traveling merchants).

Cahira often sung (your name)‘s praises during every interaction. The dragon often made every moment feel far too intimate to simply be a relationship between a captor and their victim… a fact which muddled the princess’s thoughts.

Cahira placed hot kisses on (your name)’s body whenever she could and she would loudly proclaim how she adored (your name) with every fiber in her being. She even stated that she’d burn down (your name)’s kingdom to keep the princess at her side forever. A statement the princess truly believed.

(Your name) just didn’t understand what Cahira saw in her… was she really as beautiful as she said?

(Your name) traced a thumb over her lips in thought. A blush enveloped her cheeks when she noticed all the love marks on her skin from Cahira. How naughty…

.

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Cahira hummed while she waited for (your name) to come to bed. Her tail flicked back and forth like a cat, her golden gaze studied the bathroom door in thought. She wondered if her beloved would put on the emerald night slip she had gifted her? Cahira was really excited by the goods she acquired from the latest merchant. It is a shame she didn’t keep him alive, he seemed to have fantastic taste in clothing… oh well! Men are useless anyways.

Cahira perked up when (your name) shyly peaked her head from the doorway. Did her princess wish to remain hidden? How cute!

“C-Cahira, this dress is too… revealing.” (Your name) blushed when Cahira sprung to her feet. The dragon now face to face with the bashful princess.

“Let me see.” Cahira licked her lips when (your name)’s eyes became a bit teary. So cute! Cahira could just eat her…

Cahira pulled (your name)’s hand to try to encourage her to leave the bathroom’s threshold and what a sight to behold… her beloved looked so darling in emerald hues! The same shades of her scales… it was divine.

“You look so beautiful in emerald green.” Cahira pulled (your name) into a tight embrace, which made the princess squeal. “I need to view everything now.”

(Your name) was quickly guided to the bed and thrown onto the plush covers. The princess made an attempt to try to cover her cleavage with her arms, but Cahira easily smacked them away.

“I’m just looking. Don’t be so shy, it tempts me more.” Cahira chuckled at how terrified (your name)’s expression was. “You look so frightened… like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Cahira grasped (your name)’s hands in hers so she could press chaste kisses to her wrists. “I’ve taken on this form for you and I’ve done so much… I just want to admire you.”

(Your name) sniffled when Cahira bent down to press her lips against her teary cheeks. “I want to kiss you… to love you… yet you’re still so frightened of me.”

Cahira sighed before she pulled away to sit on the end of the bed. “I know it will take time, but you’re much safer here. You don’t have to marry some old, demented man or some promiscuous prince. You’d be my one and only.”

Cahira ran a hand through her curly, emerald hair with a sigh. Though her face wasn’t visible, there was no doubt that she had a hurt expression on her beautiful face. “I really like you… no. I love you.”

(Your name) sat up and frowned. Cahira wasn’t necessarily wrong about her statement. Despite being a princess, she had no interest in princes or kings of foreign lands. To be frank, she had planned to runaway with her maid before she found out her maid had deceived her…

Being vulnerable now made (your name) afraid… yet Cahira had never given her a reason to doubt her devotion. Even in grotesque displays, Cahira eliminated every knight and hero that tried to save her just to show (your name), that Cahira would never let anyone take her away… it made (your name)’s heart flutter and made her head spin in confusion.

The princess had never felt wanted like this before. She’s never been pampered and kissed on… Cahira’s affection was all consuming like the poisonous breath she breathed.

Cahira made loving (your name) seem as easy as it was to breathe. Perhaps she should cut Cahira some slack?

Cahira was shocked when she felt soft arms wrap around her body. Cahira’s golden eyes widened in shock when (your name) buried her face into the crock of Cahira’s neck. Her breath hitched at the heart warming sight.

“(Your name)? What are you-“ Cahira blushed when (your name) shyly pressed a kiss on her left cheek. The princess shyly glanced away.

“I… I like you too-“ (your name) was tackled into a hug as Cahira pressed her lips over and over the entirety of (your name)’s face.

“Love you. Love you. Love you.” Cahira replied between each affectionate peck. “We could get married? I could kidnap some human officiant. Or maybe an elven one if you don’t want human! Then I’ll eat him-“

(Your name) pushed her palms up and squished Cahira’s cheeks together in a way that made Cahira kind of look like a fish. A pout now on (your name)’s face.

“You really need to stop eating people.”

“I do it to protect my precious treasure.” Cahira gave her a grin. “I’d eliminate the entire human race for you if you asked that of me. Whatever you desire, I will obtain it for you, my precious princess.”

[kittycarabiner]

does anybody else ever think about wlw monsters 🥺

monster women with thick/long fingers and tongues to prod into your sticky cunt

monster women with sharp teeth to nip at your thighs to keep you still beneath them

monster women strong enough to hold your weight mid-air while they fuck you with their tongue

monster women with huge cocks/straps, with spines, knots, veins, etc that rub against you and perfectly nestle into your g-spot

monster women who groan and grunt when you suck them off/eat them out after, tasting yourself on them. their clawed hands digging into your scalp, restraining themselves from bucking against your cute little mouth

monster women who purr and cuddle you up against their chest afterward, keeping you nice, warm, and content

- this post is 18+ wlw : minors/men dni -

[cafterdark]

I don't think y'all truly grasp what fucking a god would be like.

Not only are they beings who can shape reality like clay, but they have such a massively different conception of time, morality, and existence that they become alien to you

For example, let's say you are a normal guy:

One moment you're looking at yourself in the mirror, the next in a quiet field. Before you even have a chance to react, a voice rips through your tissue paper body. It is multilayered, unable to stick to one voice, but is it smooth and alluring and almost feminine.

"I have chosen thee to be my temple." The voice says.

"W...who are you?" You stutter out.

The voice doesn't answer. For a moment you wonder if you've gone insane, then she begins. A thousand hands of light touch you, some delicate and precise, some wild and rough. They grab and grope and tear and claw and brush and pinch and slap all over, all at once. One hand grabs your short hair and forces you to look up in the air and she says:

"Let me show you your purpose."

You are launched in time to a temple, backwards or forwards, you don't know. It is lit by candles, showing that you're at the feet of a massive marble statue of a nude woman. The hands force you to your knees, all while feeling up your boiling body. You look up and only catch a glimpse of her beautiful thighs before you're unstuck in time again.

You feel yourself dragged back to reality. You're in a woman's body, being fucked by two other women in a dingy hotel. One hold the leash to a collar around your neck, the other holding your legs as she fucks you with her dick. The hands are still there and guide you, teasing each moans from your throat and buck of your hips. You've never felt this good ever as you start ascending the mountain of arousal. The collar chokes you enough for a momentary blackout

You're back in the temple, still looking up. You catch a glimpse of her hips, grabbable, with curves in just the right spots. You blink in awe and find yourself in another woman's body, actually no, a robot woman's body. You're connected to a machine made of tech so powerful you can't comprehend by series of wires and plugs throughout your body. A woman, dressed in lab wear smiles, kisses you, and starts the machine. You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. The woman's smile widens, then a notification appears on your HUD

Sensitivity increased 150%

A soft glide teaches down your back and you feel your entire body kicks in response. You ascend further up, climbing step after step towards orgasm. Each touch the machine simulates makes you skip ten steps. The woman's laughs at you makes you skip more. The heat is unbearable, your fans spinning at Max speed, their noise filling the background. You get a warning notification about overheating and you're back at the temple.

The hands keep your arousal steady as the hand tilts your head further up still. You're enraptured by the most perfect pair of tits you have ever seen. The last bit of thought you we're holding onto is wiped away by their glory. But before you can properly worship them, you're thrown back in time.

You're in another temple, hazy and thick with the perfume of incense. You're in a priestess' body slick with oil, prepared to worship your goddess with your other priestesses. You look around and see the rest of your order staring at you and approach. After a long moment, you realize that you're the offering. The other women attack you with kisses and teeth and hands and nails in just the right spots. Each blow brings you closer to the peak. They pin you down and begin fucking you with their trained tongues and you blank out. You're so close now you can see the peak. You pray to just be allowed to reach it.

You're set back to the temple again and with one swift yank of your long hair, brings your eyes to the statues face.

It's you.

You don't know how you know. It looks nothing like you, but it's you. And you're gorgeous you can feel the orgasm coming, it's so so so so close now. The world stops, your body freezes.

You find yourself stuck one step before the peak, staring at your beautiful features and unable to do anything about it. You're stuck there for a long time. An hour? A year? A Millennia? A second? You don't know. But by the end, you're asking Her to let you cum. She responds:

"Do you know your purpose?"

"Yes... Goddess," you pant out. "As your temple... Where your followers... Worship you"

"Good Girl" She says.

Those two words bring you over the edge and you find yourself cumming harder than you've ever done before. Each convulsion rips away a part of your past life, what you ate for breakfast, your job, your hobbies, your name. If you could think through the tsunami of pleasure, you wouldn't care. Goddess will provide, she always will. But for now, you are drowning in devotional ecstasy.

After an eternity, you finally feel the afterglow bleed in. The hands let go and you collapse to the floor, letting the darkness consume you.

You wake up on the bathroom floor and groan. Was it really just a dream? You get up and look in the mirror and see you. Not the fake you that you wore before, but the you Goddess crafted, her masterpiece. You smile and dance in your body, that statue turned flesh, and laugh a beautiful laugh to celebrate and thank Her.

"You know your purpose and are trained in it," She says in the back of your mind. "Begin."

"Yes Goddess"

You leave the bathroom and begin your new life. After all, what's a god without her temple?

[monstatron]

FEELIN’ LIKE A FREAK ON A LEASH

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