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[nemfrog]

And the gnat. A Hundred fables of La Fontaine. 1900.

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[fatehbaz]

Despite its green image, Ireland has surprisingly little forest. [...] [M]ore than 80% of the island of Ireland was [once] covered in trees. [...] [O]f that 11% of the Republic of Ireland that is [now] forested, the vast majority (9% of the country) is planted with [non-native] spruces like the Sitka spruce [in commercial plantations], a fast growing conifer originally from Alaska which can be harvested after just 15 years. Just 2% of Ireland is covered with native broadleaf trees.

Text by: Martha O’Hagan Luff. “Ireland has lost almost all of its native forests - here’s how to bring them back.” The Conversation. 24 February 2023. [Emphasis added.]

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[I]ndustrial [...] oil palm plantations [...] have proliferated in tropical regions in many parts of the world, often built at the expense of mangrove and humid forest lands, with the aim to transform them from 'worthless swamp' to agro-industrial complexes [...]. Another clear case [...] comes from the southernmost area in the Colombian Pacific [...]. Here, since the early 1980s, the forest has been destroyed and communities displaced to give way to oil palm plantations. Inexistent in the 1970s, by the mid-1990s they had expanded to over 30,000 hectares. The monotony of the plantation - row after row of palm as far as you can see, a green desert of sorts - replaced the diverse, heterogenous and entangled world of forest and communities.

Text by: Arturo Escobar. "Thinking-Feeling with the Earth: Territorial Struggles and the Ontological Dimension of the Epistemologies of the South." Revista de Antropologia Iberoamericana Volume 11 Issue 1. 2016. [Emphasis added.]

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But efforts to increase global tree cover to limit climate change have skewed towards erecting plantations of fast-growing trees [...] [because] planting trees can demonstrate results a lot quicker than natural forest restoration. [...] [But] ill-advised tree planting can unleash invasive species [...]. [In India] [t]o maximize how much timber these forests yielded, British foresters planted pines from Europe and North America in extensive plantations in the Himalayan region [...] and introduced acacia trees from Australia [...]. One of these species, wattle (Acacia mearnsii) [...] was planted in [...] the Western Ghats. This area is what scientists all a biodiversity hotspot – a globally rare ecosystem replete with species. Wattle has since become invasive and taken over much of the region’s mountainous grasslands. Similarly, pine has spread over much of the Himalayas and displaced native oak trees while teak has replaced sal, a native hardwood, in central India. Both oak and sal are valued for [...] fertiliser, medicine and oil. Their loss [...] impoverished many [local and Indigenous people]. [...]

India’s national forest policy [...] aims for trees on 33% of the country’s area. Schemes under this policy include plantations consisting of a single species such as eucalyptus or bamboo which grow fast and can increase tree cover quickly, demonstrating success according to this dubious measure. Sometimes these trees are planted in grasslands and other ecosystems where tree cover is naturally low. [...] The success of forest restoration efforts cannot be measured by tree cover alone. The Indian government’s definition of “forest” still encompasses plantations of a single tree species, orchards and even bamboo, which actually belongs to the grass family. This means that biennial forest surveys cannot quantify how much natural forest has been restored, or convey the consequences of displacing native trees with competitive plantation species or identify if these exotic trees have invaded natural grasslands which have then been falsely recorded as restored forests. [...] Planting trees does not necessarily mean a forest is being restored. And reviving ecosystems in which trees are scarce is important too.

Text by: Dhanapal Govindarajulu. "India was a tree planting laboratory for 200 years - here are the results." The Conversation. 10 August 2023. [Emphasis added.]

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Nations and companies are competing to appropriate the last piece of available “untapped” forest that can provide the most amount of “environmental services.” [...] When British Empire forestry was first established as a disciplinary practice in India, [...] it proscribed private interests and initiated a new system of forest management based on a logic of utilitarian [extraction] [...]. Rather than the actual survival of plants or animals, the goal of this forestry was focused on preventing the exhaustion of resource extraction. [...]

Text by: Daniel Fernandez and Alon Schwabe. "The Offsetted." e-flux Architecture (Positions). November 2013. [Emphasis added.]

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At first glance, the statistics tell a hopeful story: Chile’s forests are expanding. […] On the ground, however, a different scene plays out: monocultures have replaced diverse natural forests [...]. At the crux of these [...] narratives is the definition of a single word: “forest.” [...] Pinochet’s wave of [...] [laws] included Forest Ordinance 701, passed in 1974, which subsidized the expansion of tree plantations [...] and gave the National Forestry Corporation control of Mapuche lands. This law set in motion an enormous expansion in fiber-farms, which are vast expanses of monoculture plantations Pinus radiata and Eucalyptus species grown for paper manufacturing and timber. [T]hese new plantations replaced native forests […]. According to a recent study in Landscape and Urban Planning, timber plantations expanded by a factor of ten from 1975 to 2007, and now occupy 43 percent of the South-central Chilean landscape. [...] While the confusion surrounding the definition of “forest” may appear to be an issue of semantics, Dr. Francis Putz [...] warns otherwise in a recent review published in Biotropica. […] Monoculture plantations are optimized for a single product, whereas native forests offer [...] water regulation, hosting biodiversity, and building soil fertility. [...][A]ccording to Putz, the distinction between plantations and native forests needs to be made clear. “[...] [A]nd the point that plantations are NOT forests needs to be made repeatedly [...]."

Text by: Julian Moll-Rocek. “When forests aren’t really forests: the high cost of Chile’s tree plantations.” Mongabay. 18 August 2014. [Emphasis added.]

[1emon1ime]

Release [ Rise! Caesar x Human Reader ] NSFW

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57903403

Caesar x Reader

[Exhibitionism]

18+ NSFW!

Your new part-time job at the Primate Shelter has taken an unexpected turn. Caesar who has recently risen among the ranks and was now leader of the colony, had captivated you with his intelligence and complexity. However, things took a dramatic turn during the shift. As Caesar began to assert his position as the new Alpha, he unexpectedly chose to mate with you in front of the entire colony. You were now in the spotlight, your presence acting as a symbol of Caesar's newfound authority.

Your new part time job at the Primate Shelter was not what you expected. You loved working with the apes but these primates were a different breed entirely. They were wild and they didn’t want to be here any more than you did.The conditions of the facility were bad to say the least. It was more like a prison than a sanctuary. And yet, there’s something that keeps drawing you back. Perhaps it was seeing them in such a dire condition, feeling like you could make their life slightly better while you were here, even if you were the only one who was kind to them. It made your heart hurt to think of the poor apes being kept in captivity, spending most of their day in a prison cell for no fault of their own.

The way that they all gleamed at you as though you were an angel in the darkness when you entered the facility early each morning before any of the other staff had arrived. When you brought fresh fruit for each and every one of them and sneak it through the bars of their cage.

Despite all of this, however, there was one big reason that kept you coming back each day. The newest ape to arrive at the shelter, Caesar. You had started working here at around the same time as he had first arrived, so you instantly felt a connection with him. Each morning when you would sneak in snacks for the apes, Caesar would give you a nod and look into your eyes with an almost human understanding. You would exchange a silent glance of acknowledgement with him and over time you got to know just how special he was.

You soon discovered that Caesar was not like the other apes at the sanctuary. While the others might grunt, gesture, or react to food, Caesar was different. Whenever you would arrive with snacks, he wouldn't rush forward like the other apes or make any boisterous noises. Instead, he would give you a nod, hold your gaze for a moment longer than necessary, as if silently communicating with you. You felt a sense of recognition in those moments, a silent understanding between you and the special ape that made you look forward to coming in each day.

Over time, this silent connection between you and Caesar grew stronger. You would catch Caesar watching you from his enclosure, his gaze following you around, and he would even respond to certain words or gestures you made like he truly understood the meaning to everything you were telling him. While the other apes might react to certain stimuli, Caesar seemed to understand and react to you on a deeper level, as if there was something more to his intelligence than mere animal instincts.

This connection you shared with Caesar made the days pass in a haze of fascination and obsession. You found yourself eagerly looking forward to each morning when you would have the chance to interact with the intelligent ape. Caesar would watch you intently, his eyes following you as you went about your tasks, and you could feel his gaze even when you weren't looking directly at him. You couldn't quite put your finger on why this connection was so strong, but you couldn't deny that there was something special about Caesar that drew you to him like a magnet.

Caesar's unique background made him stand out among the other apes. Raised by humans, he had little knowledge of chimpanzee behavior or social hierarchy. Despite this, he possessed an intellect far beyond the others, a trait that proved to be both a blessing and a curse. Caesar's intelligence allowed him to adapt to the sanctuary life in his own way, but it also set him apart from his fellow apes, making him both a member and an outsider among them.

As time went by and your bond grew, you watched Caesar struggle to fit in with the other apes, to rising quickly in the ranks of the hierarchy. Within the facility, he had to learn much about the behaviour and social skills of his own kind. The current alpha, Rocket, did not yet know how to communicate with hand signs. Caesar, displaying his leadership skills, took it upon himself to teach Rocket how to sign, opening new avenues for communication within the group. In return, Rocket shared with Caesar his own insight into chimpanzee behaviours, such as the structure of their hierarchy and mating rituals, which Caesar had never experienced due to his human upbringing.

From this exchange, Rocket's teachings not only enriched Caesar's understanding of his fellow chimps but also helped strengthen his bond with them. He had come to realize the differences and similarities in their behaviours compared to humans and felt a profound connection to his own kind.

******

You enter the facility before the other staff members, as usual, sneaking in fresh fruit for all of the apes. Eventually reaching Caesar's cage, you greet him with a light smile before slipping a bunch of grapes between the bars.

In a way, you felt powerless that you couldn't do more for Caesar and the other apes. All you could do for them was offer small things like this, making their dull lives in captivity just a little brighter.

As you slide the grapes through the bars, Caesar's eyes never leave yours. He reaches out, taking the fruits from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. He holds your gaze for a few seconds longer than usual before looking down at the grapes in his hand, offering you another slight nod in response.

Just as you start to turn away, Caesar's soft hoot stops you. You glance back at him, and his eyes are watching you intently. It almost looks like he's trying to communicate something, but you're not sure what. It's in that moment that you feel this strange pull towards him, like there's something more to his gaze than just an ape's curiosity.

Caesar looks down at the grapes, and you notice a sudden shift in his expression. It's subtle, but there's a hint of sadness behind it. It's as if he understands how dire his situation is, how he's stuck in this tiny cage far away from his home and the family that he once knew. He slowly raises his gaze back up to you, his eyes almost pleading for something more, something beyond the grapes you had slipped through the bars.

That is when you thought of something, a bold idea.

Caesar watches as you hesitate for a moment, a mix of curiosity and wariness in his eyes. He's noticed the way you've looked at him over the past few weeks, how you've treated him differently than the other apes. 

He leans a little closer to the bars, his eyes locked on yours, waiting to see what you're going to do next.

"Do you understand me?" You ask, never once breaking eye contact. "Put your hand against mine if you do." You slowly raise your hand, pressing it against the cold metal bars of the cage that separates the two of you.

His eyes widen slightly at your question. He watches intently as you raise your hand, placing it gently against the bars of his prison. Caesar hesitates for a moment, his gaze never leaving your face. Then, slowly and deliberately, he reaches out his broad, muscular hand and presses it against yours.

As Caesar's hand touches yours, you can feel the warmth and strength in his touch. It is a simple gesture, yet it conveys so much meaning and depth. Caesar's eyes remain locked with yours, his expression filled with understanding. It's as if he's trying to communicate wordlessly, to convey his thoughts and emotions to you through the contact of your hands. He seems to sense the excitement and rapid beating of your heart.

"Amazing..." you gasp, smiling warmly at him.

His eyes brighten as you speak, his expression softening. He lets out a soft grunt as if acknowledging your praise. His hand remains against yours, fingers gently curling around your own. He seems to bask in the moment, enjoying the connection and the understanding that passes between you two.

You knew that you had to go soon, as the other employees would be coming back and you didn't want them to see you with the apes like this when you were supposed to be working. 

"I'm sorry, I have to go now, but I promise I will bring you something even better tomorrow.”

Caesar squeezes your hand a little harder, you can sense the pleading in his touch. It's as if he doesn't want you to leave yet, as if he dreads the moment when the connection between you two will be broken. You recognize the struggle he's facing, the adjustments he's having to make in captivity. Your determination solidifies; you promise yourself that tomorrow you'll bring something extraordinary to bring him a moment of happiness and respite from his captive existence. With a gentle but firm grip, you hold onto his hand a little longer, silently acknowledging his plea.

Caesar's hand lingers slightly longer in yours, his touch reluctant to release. As you withdraw your hand, his expression shows a mix of disappointment and expectation. He studies your smile intently, the promise in your eyes solidifying the hope within him. In that moment, Caesar's gaze communicates so much between the two of you.

He nods subtly, silently acknowledging your promise to return with something special for him tomorrow.

But you had to think now, what could you do for him that would really make him happy?

As the day progresses, your thoughts remain occupied with Caesar and the other apes. The images of their captivity and the conditions they live in linger in your mind. You feel a strong sense of worry and concern for their well-being. Determined to make a difference in their lives, you decide to enter the shelter early the next day before any other workers arrive, allowing you to spend some extra time with the apes and particularly Caesar.

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The next morning you enter the facility at sunrise. As expected, it was empty, none of the other employees would be here for at least two hours. Plenty of time for you to dote on the primates in secret. As usual, you brought fresh fruit for all of the apes and handed it to them one by one until you reached Caesar's cell. You stopped in your tracks, waiting for him to notice.

He is still asleep. His powerful frame is reclined in the corner, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. As you wait quietly for him to wake, you can't help but notice his regal and dignified appearance, even in his state of rest. For a moment, you're completely captivated by the sight of the mighty ape king, unaware of your presence. 

Suddenly, his eyes flicker open, and he notices you standing before his cage. He seems surprised, as if not expecting your visit at such an early hour. However, he remembers your promise from the day before and his expression softens as he looks at your warm smile. He moves closer to the bars, his hand slowly reaching out to meet yours. You return the gesture, placing your small and delicate hand against his much larger one.

"Good morning, Caesar." You greet him cheerfully.

Caesar's eyes seem to sparkle with curiosity, his large, dark green eyes studying you. He seems to know exactly why you are there, and the slight smile on his lips conveys his anticipation. You glance at the door handle of Caesar's cage, it’s unlocked. 

You had unlocked it while he was sleeping, waiting for him to wake and take notice.

You glance around, making sure that the coast is clear and no other employees are in the vicinity. Then, your eyes focus back on Caesar, who also seems to notice the unlocked door.

Caesar's gaze shifts between you and the door. This was already part of his plan, but the employees were not supposed to find out about it yet. You were different though, the bond and trust that you had built over the last few weeks had grown. It would be easy to manipulate the trust of such a person and Caesar knew this all too well. His intelligence did rival that of the average human after all.

"This is it." You said, "I promised you something better today." Freedom, even if it was only momentary. 

Caesar is still for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Slowly, he takes a tentative step forward, not quite believing that this is happening, that you're actually letting him out.

You nod silently, signalling Caesar to proceed, he hesitates for a brief moment, his eyes fixed on you. Then, with a slow and cautious movement, you pull the door open, its creaking sound echoing in the otherwise quiet sanctuary.

The noise seems to have startled a few of the other apes who notice what is happening and begin to hoot at you.

Caesar's muscular frame emerges from the shadows of his cage, his powerful presence almost overwhelming now that he isn't confined to the cramped space. He steps out cautiously, his eyes darting around, wary of any potential danger or repercussions. Once he's fully outside the cage, he stands before you, his expression a mixture of curiosity and gratitude.

You can't help but gulp, unable to believe that this moment is actually happening. His gaze locks onto yours, intense and unwavering.

“Caesar…”

At the sound of his name, he tilts his head slightly, his eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of recognition. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his bare feet making almost no sound as he moves closer to you.

"Thank you," he says, his voice low and gravelly.

For a moment, you are paralyzed by shock upon hearing Caesar speak. You always knew that he was special, but this–

This was unreal.

A shiver runs through your body as you look into Caesar's beautiful eyes, and you can't help but marvel at the majesty of this creature before you. He seems to sense your awe and appreciation of his presence.

He is magnificent.

Caesar holds your gaze for a few long moments. Then, suddenly, he leans forward, his powerful arms wrapping around you, enveloping you in a warm embrace. His thick muscles squeeze tight around you, holding you close. You can feel his warmth radiating off his body, his hand resting tenderly on your back.You can sense his strength, his undeniable power as he embraces you.

"You're welcome, Caesar," You murmur, clinging onto his soft fur.

The other apes in the sanctuary watch intently as Caesar gently embraces you, their eyes fixed on the unexpected interaction unfolding before them. They chatter quietly amongst themselves, their reactions ranging from surprise to curiosity and perhaps even a hint of confusion. 

As Caesar regards you, the leader within him shines through. He is aware of the watchful gazes of his fellow apes, and he refuses to reveal any sign of vulnerability. Caesar is determined to maintain his authoritative image in front of his clan, proving himself as the strong and capable Alpha who will set them all free. However, there is a flicker of something more in his eyes, a subtle indication of emotions that he tries his best to keep hidden - especially the growing affection he feels towards you. And when you sneakily run a hand along the fur covering his muscular back, you blush.

There was still a few hours before the other staff would arrive and you promised Caesar something special today, you couldn’t back down from your word. Merely being able to step out of his enclosure for a few minutes, while exhilarating, was not exactly a ‘special’ surprise.

This is it, you were ready to enact the most daring part of your plan and perhaps Caesar could also sense your arousal because something in him had awakened.

With a slow and deliberate movement, Caesar reluctantly pulls away from the hug, breaking the contact between you. He takes a step backward, creating a small yet noticeable distance between the two of you. His expression becomes stoic once again as he returns to his usual stern demeanor, his eyes hardening with determination. He knows that he must maintain his composure and authority in front of the other apes, especially now that he is the leader of the clan and they were planning the escape tomorrow night, once everything had been prepared. 

Caesar couldn't show any hint of weakness in front of humans now. His mind battled between the part that had been raised by them and respected them and the new, dominant chimpanzee side of him that had emerged fairly recently. 

As Caesar's authoritative voice breaks the silence, you are taken aback by the suddenness and volume of his command. His gruff words, "get down," are spoken with a sense of urgency, and they carry an air of command. For a moment, you are stunned, your eyes widening in surprise. You can see in his expression that he means business, and you start to obey his command, slowly lowering yourself to the ground in front of him.

Without even an exchange of words, you instantly know what to do, undressing yourself before him, removing your underwear for easy access, getting down on your hands and knees and presenting yourself to him. You shiver, the cold air hits your skin when you shed your final piece of clothing, exposed and vulnerable, the ultimate act of submission that you knew Caesar would understand, having been raised with humans. 

Caesar's gaze falls upon you, now in a vulnerable position on the ground and something within him ignites deeply. His instincts, primal and powerful, surge to the surface, driving a wave of possessiveness and desire through his being. Caesar lets out a low, guttural sound, his eyes roaming over the curve of your back with a mix of raw animal desire and dominant fervor.

You would have never admitted this, but you had been dreaming of this. As days turned into weeks, your attraction to Caesar had grown from a mere curiosity into a strong desire. Despite knowing that it was forbidden and potentially dangerous, the magnetic pull between you and the ape leader was undeniable. You often found yourself caught in the midst of this internal struggle, torn between the guilt of your feelings and the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, these feelings might be returned by the powerful ape. However, you had no idea if Caesar felt the same way about you or even understood the complexities of human emotions like attraction and desire.

In that moment, when you realize that the desire you share with Caesar is mutual you gleam with excitement at the prospect of what you are about to do.

All moral concerns, boundaries, and shame faded into oblivion as your longing for Caesar consumed you wholly. The realization of what you were doing, allowing an ape to claim you so blatantly in front of the entire colony, only seemed to stoke the fire within you.

The other apes around you continued to watch, their murmurs and hoots a distant background noise to the primal passion and need that consumed the both of you in that moment. Your desire burned hotter than any shame or guilt, as you embraced this deep connection that you shared with Caesar. 

Caesar's eyes roam over your every inch with a possessive gleam. His gaze is heated and hungry, taking in every contour and dip of your body. The sight of you so vulnerable and exposed before him only heightens his instincts, fueling the fire within him. With dominant force, he moves in closer, his hands gripping your hips firmly, ready to claim you completely. The tension in the air is thick, the entire colony hanging on Caesar's every move as he prepares to claim you as his own, cementing his position as alpha.

Caesar reaches down, grabbing your hair with both hands. His rough fingers push your head back as he bends forward, his powerful body looming over your back.

With a possessive and dominant air, Caesar's hands slide over your bare skin, caressing and exploring every contour and curve of your body. His touch is firm and purposeful, his desire to mate with you growing stronger with each passing moment. Despite the watchful eyes of the other apes around you, Caesar is fully focused on you, his senses consumed by the drive to make you his.

Caesar’s grip settles on your hips firmly, his instincts surging strong within him now, he can’t ignore it anymore. The other apes gaze at the two of you with a mixture of awe and anticipation, keenly aware of the power dynamic unfolding before their eyes. They see the forceful grip he has on your hips, the intense gleam in his eyes as he fully takes in your naked body beneath him. The whole colony knows that you have willingly given yourself to the new Alpha, submitting completely to his command and authority. It only heightens their respect for their leader, how he had successfully manipulated a human into falling for him, freeing him from his prison and having the same human submit before him in the ultimate act of intimacy. 

Only Caesar could have done this.

You are on your hands and knees, head down and ass up. The cold floor of the facility is not the most comfortable place to be, but for the moment you don't care, completely drawn to the sensation of being pinned under this massive ape. You are vulnerable, unable to move or resist, making this the perfect opportunity for Caesar to claim you. Caesar leans in close, to the nape of your neck, sending a shiver up your spine and he whispers in a low and commanding voice. “Mine.”

His weight descends upon you, his powerful body pressing down over your back, pinning you firmly against the ground. The other apes watch in tense anticipation, their breaths hitch as they observe the display of power and possession. With his body fully pressed against yours, you can feel the fur of his chest against your back, a heavy, muscled presence that leaves you utterly breathless beneath him. Caesar lets out a low, guttural grunt, his chest reverberating against your body as he begins to slide into position.

His cock is thick and long, the tip resting against the curve of your ass. You shiver in anticipation, imagining how it will feel to have it inside of you. You had been dreaming of this for so long now.

He glances down at you as if waiting for some sort of signal, but you don't say anything. Instead, you remain silent, letting him guide you in the way he wants to go. For a moment, there is an air of awkward silence. Caesar had already mated with a few of the females in the colony before and he had some knowledge about human sex but he was unsure about how it would feel for you to do it raw, with no preparation.

You feel him press hard against you, forcing your cheeks apart, revealing the soft flesh between them. He grips onto your thighs as leverage, positioning himself to thrust into you.

Then it dawns on you, exactly what you are about to do, letting one of the apes fuck you right here in front of the entire colony. What if one of the other employees saw you? What if the word got out about this? Your heart races as the reality of the situation hits you. This is beyond strange, beyond taboo, beyond anything you've ever done before. You have never even submitted to a male before, never allowed one of them to claim you so explicitly. And now here you are, lying on the ground with Caesar's body pressed against yours, his massive cock poised above you, ready to penetrate you–

"No– Wait…" You mewl in protest, trying to resist the inevitable, "I can't do this."

Caesar looks down at you, slightly concerned and slightly confused at your sudden change of heart but he is so caught up in the heat of the moment that he doesn't know if he can stop now. What would all of the onlookers think if he gave in and walked away? Would they still accept him as their Alpha? He grunts softly with the effort of containing his desire, his arousal building rapidly with each passing second.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"What if someone sees..." You hushed yourself, keeping your voice down. “I don’t know what will happen.”

"Let them see." 

Caesar reassures you and you nod, raising your ass up, giving him permission to take you.

His cock pushes inside of you without a hint of warning. There is no pace, no taking it slow and at first you wince in discomfort, unused to being so full. Caesar can hardly hold himself back, wanting to ram into you with force, but he stills himself. He knows that humans are more ‘delicate’ than apes after all.

The sensation of feeling him enter your tight walls is unlike anything you've ever felt before. You immediately forget about any doubts that you had. The fact that it is an ape claiming you doesn't matter when it feels so good. God damn, it actually feels amazing to submit to such a powerful being and let him have his way with your body.

A small part of your brain, the rational side, is screaming at you to stop. But the rest of your mind, the primal side of you, is enthralled by the notion of Caesar dominating you from behind, putting on a show for the whole colony of apes in the facility. Every nerve ending and instinctive reaction within you wants to surrender to him, to submit to his dominance and have him claim you as his own. 

You moan loudly as he fucks you, hands dragging against the cold floor.

With a growl, Caesar pulls back slightly and thrusts forward again, burying himself to the hilt, deep inside you. His dick stretches you out to your limits. You grit your teeth, trying to hold back a groan of pain as you adjust to the size. His thick shaft slowly slides  out and then back into you, filling you completely. The feeling of him penetrating you is incredible, the sheer size of his cock stretching and filling you in all the ways that you crave. With a low moan, you clench around him as he begins to pound into you, his relentless rhythm pushing him deeper and deeper into you.

Overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you, your walls clench around him tightly as he continues to ram in and out of you. Caesar's movements become more forceful and purposeful, his cock pounding into you with a force that is almost painful. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure and pain radiating throughout your body, the pressure of his massive cock driving you wild. You reach your climax just like that, with Caesar railing you on the dirty floor of the sanctuary surrounded by all of the other apes. 

“Ahh– Caesar–!” You cry out.

Even though you know that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this, none of it matters in that moment as the high of your orgasm hits like a truck. The heat of Caesar’s body is searing, the raw lust that surges through him arousing you further, bringing you to the edge. Caesar emits a low groan, leaning forward and dragging his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck.

Every motion, every movement of his body is controlled and deliberate, each thrust of his hips bringing him closer and closer to climax. Caesar's hands roam over your body, groping your chest, teasing your nipples.

The sound of flesh slapping together becomes louder and louder as Caesar continues to thrust into you with wild abandon, his cock pistoning in and out of your needy hole. His strokes become rougher and faster, pounding into you with a furious intensity. You can feel his shaft swelling, his balls tightening and twitching as his orgasm approaches.

Without warning, Caesar thrusts into you hard, his length slamming into you with enough force to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. His body stiffens and he begins to groan, gritting his teeth. You feel his cock throbbing and pulsating against your sensitive walls as he cums into you. A torrent of his seed fills your insides, spilling out onto the ground below you.

Even after his body goes limp, Caesar remains in position atop you, his cock still buried deep within you. You lay there with your eyes closed, recovering from the intense pleasure, savouring the lingering feeling of him inside you as he slowly withdraws.

Caesar smirks down at you. "Good?"

"Mmhmm." You turn your head around to look up at him nod slowly. He looks so powerful and regal.

Then, after you come down from your high, the realization hits you like a ton of bricks. 

You just let an ape fuck you in the facility that you work at, in front of the entire colony.

You can feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment, shame and mortification flooding your body. 

Caesar has just mated with you. 

You can't help thinking about the fact that you let him claim you in such a public manner. The thought of your co-workers finding out about this is even worse. 

And yet, you now feel empty without him.

You sit up on the cold and grimy floor, wiping away the excess cum that drips down your thighs, staring at the filthy floor beneath you.

Caesar has already returned to his cage, the lock is still undone and you leave it just like that.

You turn towards the group and meet their gazes, seeing the wide-eyed stares of the other apes. They have witnessed the whole  scene unfold before their eyes, they know what happened. Without saying a word, you rise to your feet and walk away, heading back to your work station before the other employees started their shift. 

With your clothes back on, you return to work, your mind filled with thoughts of what happened. You try to put it out of your head, to not think about the incident. 

You weren’t working  the next night, when the apes had broken free. While you worried for their safety, ultimately you were glad that they had finally attained freedom from this prison. But the memory of Caesar claiming you is seared into your brain, the images and sensations of him fucking you on that floor were burned into your mind forever.

[whimsyvixen]

How cute would it be if they swapped baby versions of themselves?

(Science anon you have me thinking about this now)

[zimt-deathnote]

Do you remember these? I desperately want more art of them. I want them to go on silly little adventures.

(extra sketch for the brave ones hihi)

----- My other socials Commission Info Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵

[bloodybosom]

Fay Wray and King Kong by Marcus Boas

[naughtybg3confessions]

I'm seeing surprisingly few wildshape confessions and I can only conclude that y'all're cowards.

Bring me that bear dick.

[pink-writer-girl]

Did an art trade with @the-witchs-posts they drew my OC Iris and Luca and the slow bond they began to form :) I love the art so much 😻 they drew Iris so good and did the details of her scars so accurate

[fatehbaz]

[E]very [interspecies] meeting in fact reminds us that the being we meet is and always shall be strange to us […]. When beings meet there is a distance between, such that in encountering the slug we also encounter something beyond the slug – a multitude of life we cannot sense. [...] So despite shared histories and the close proximity in which slugs and [humans] live, the slug retains a certain darkness as a creature apart; something is held in reserve […]. And so fleeting awareness of the irretrievability of the lives of others intensifies poignancy, such that despite a gulf separating the [human] from other creatures, some connection, however fleeting, is made to something – however strange. Refusing to dismiss the everyday and the banal is an ethical response. […] Slugs are there: sliming, chomping, and oozing around quietly and that should be enough to give them consideration.

[Text by: Franklin Ginn. “Sticky lives: Slugs, detachment and more-than-human ethics in the garden.” Transactions of the Institute of British Geographers, Volume 39, Issue 4. 2013. Bold emphasis added by me.]

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So, can an insect speak? And if yes, do we understand it? Wittgenstein maintained that ‘if a lion could speak we would not understand him’, by which he implied that we do not share the ‘form of lion-life’ that would make lion language fully transparent to us […]. A similar insight was [...] expressed by [...] [a twentieth-century] honeybee researcher [...]: Beyond the appreciable facts of their life we know but little of the bees. And the closer our acquaintance becomes, the nearer is our ignorance brought to us of the depths of their real existence. But such ignorance is better than the other kind, which is unconscious and satisfied.

[Text by: Eileen Crist. “Can an Insect Speak?: The Case of the Honeybee Dance Language.” Social Studies of Science, Volume 34, Issue 1. 2004. Bold emphasis added.]

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Animal studies scholarship tends to emphasize animal-human relations, encounters, and similarities. […] Jellyfish and other gelatinous creatures [...], however, float at the far reaches of our ability to construct sturdy interspecies connections [...]. Uexkull’s theory […] insists upon multiple worlds […], a capacious admission that a multitude of other creatures dwell as part of worlds that humans cannot readily or completely access or grasp. Three-quarters of a century later Terry Tempest Williams wonders what it would be like to be a jellyfish. […] [She] writes: “Perhaps this is what moves me most about jellies – their sensory intelligence […] the great hunger that is sent outward through the feathery reach of their tentacles. Imagine the information sought and returned.”

[Text by: Stacy Alaimo. “Jellyfish Science, Jellyfish Aesthetics: Posthuman Reconfigurations of the Sensible”. In: Thinking with Water. 2013. Bold emphasis added.]

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Although we cannot ‘speak’ with nonhumans in any straightforward way, what we can and more importantly do do is become articulate with them in various ways. [...] If there is a way out of this historical impasse [alienation, climate crisis, global ecological degradation], [for some] it is not to be found in attributing some of ‘our’ qualities to ‘them’. It “would not be a matter of ‘giving speech back’ to animals […]. Perhaps the task is not to seek to compare the dance language of bees […] with human language, the ‘intelligence’ […] of Monarch butterflies with human intelligence, […] but rather (or at least in addition) to find a way of thinking about these ‘remarkable things’ that grants them positive ontological difference in their own right. […] [It] is concerned with what is always a multitude of others rather than a singular other […]; and it is radically nonanthropocentric […].

[Text by: Nick Bingham. “Bees, Butterflies, and Bacteria: Biotechnology and the Politics of Nonhuman Friendship.” Environment and Planning A: Economy and Space, Volume 38, Issue 3. 2006. Bold emphasis added.]

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Starfish may seem to be still, but longer attention [...] shows them [slowly] moving, changing. [...] Then there are beings [like some insects] that experience hundreds, thousands of generations within a human lifetime. For such beings, the memories, learnings and modes of passing on experience are, it almost goes without saying (yet it must be said as it is so often not), radically different from any human’s in terms of the ways they experience change. The immensity of the alterity is, literally, incomprehensible to humans. We can't know what these beings know. But we can be aware that they have knowledges and experiences beyond us. [...] [W]e should know they live and experience and think beyond us. We should seek respect and be aware of how our lives are entangled […]. It is not abstract, or empty.

[Text by: Bawaka Country et al. “Gathering of the Clouds: Attending to Indigenous understandings of time and climate through songspirals.” Geoforum Volume 108. January 2020. Bold emphasis added.]

[1emon1ime]

Habituating Hatred [ Rise ! Koba x Human Female Reader ] NSFW

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58239502

Koba x Reader

Rating: 18+ Pure smut. MDNI!

Warning: Non-consensual, interspecies sex, unconcious sex/somnophila (warnings are here, do not blame me for your inability to read before you click the read more link.)

Years upon years spent in that lab facility had Koba growing more and more unstable. Every day he became increasingly more angry and sexually frustrated with no way to release his pent up tension. Luckily for him, a young, inexperienced woman had just been hired to clean the enclosures at the lab. Zero experience with apes and unaware of the danger that she had walked into. Her innocent curiosity and naivety made her an easy target for Koba's pent-up frustration.

Koba’s mind reeled for days and nights, never stopping for a moment. His body ached and his muscles grew sore from pacing relentlessly in tight circles until he collapsed with exhaustion. Nothing to do, no-one to talk to, no one he remotely trusted, and no real way of relief— no way to get out.

No way to get out .

Every time Koba's eyes fell back to the thick glass in front of him, his one and only constant companion, he hissed with rage. 

The more time he spent in that damn lab room, in that tiny prison cell, the worse his restlessness and frustration got. He would scratch himself until he bled and do hand signs against the wall out of boredom, wearing his nails down thin. Not to mention, he was starting to become pent up in other ways. He had been denied access to his own kind for so long, and being alone in his small glass cage was taking its toll, mentally and physically.

The sound of the lab's automatic doors swishing at the end of the hall drew his dark gaze. His ears pricked up as he heard footsteps, light and soft against the linoleum floor. He didn't know why, but the noise already annoyed him— it wasn't the steady thump of the day shift but a new sound. An unfamiliar sound. A stranger.

As the newcomer came into view, Koba's already unpleasant mood only darkened. She was young, clearly a newbie, and she had the air and scent of a fool. Koba grumbled lowly as his sharp gaze fell across every plane of her body, assessing and analyzing from behind the glass of his prison.

His gaze followed her as she moved through the facility, his one good eye never leaving her as she went about her work. No doubt she would be easy to manipulate. A slight smirk curled on Koba's lips. Maybe he would have some fun with this naive newcomer. It was always fun to spook the newbies. He didn’t really have anything else to do or look forward to in his captive life.

After many years of being separated from his own kind, he had forgotten how to behave like a normal bonobo. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way. The slew of emotions that surged through him; anger, arousal and frustration. Koba did not know how to deal with these feelings. He had never been taught emotional regulation, he had never been taught self-control. The humans had not trained him in the way of the bonobo. He hadn't been around his own kind long enough to know about the mating rituals or behavioural norms. And even if he was aware of them, he would have had no way to release the built-up pressure that had been swelling up inside of him, not here, in this glass cage. 

So, to relieve these frustrations, he would do so in the only way he knew how; using anything available to him in that tiny space, treating them as disposable sex toys. It had become a sort of habit over the last year or so. He would fuck the bedding, the pillows and sheets, anything and everything within reach. But it was never enough. His desires and urges only increased, and so did his sexual aggressiveness. He had grown increasingly angry and frustrated over the months, and the lack of contact from others was making his mood worse. He needed something soft, something warm, and he wanted to sink his cock into something that moved, something that could give him the release he craved.

His cell was connected to some of the female apes, though he could not reach them, the smell of them in heat had him almost feral with need. His hands were wrapped tightly around his length, pumping it furiously. He groaned and panted as he stroked himself. He knew they were just beside him, so close, yet so far away. He could hear their soft sounds, their whimpers and mewls of distress. They were just as miserable as he was, trapped, caged, and desperate.

So, he turned his attention to the only female available.

The human .

She would do.

His mind raced with the possibilities, his body aching with need. He growled under his breath as he watched her work. Her figure was lithe and delicate, slim but curvy in certain places. She would be so easy to overpower. To bend over, pin to the ground with one hand. Koba found himself becoming excited at the thought of taking her, of dominating her. 

He decided that he needed to have her.

He sat back against the far wall of his cell, his breath quickening, his eyes locked on the young woman's slender, shapely legs and round backside. He watched her intently as she worked. Watched her move around, cleaning and mopping the floors in the hallway.

He growled softly, his hand dropping between his thighs, rubbing gently as he watched her.

A sharp twinge of pleasure jolted through him.

His skin was starting to feel hot under his thick fur, and he growled softly in frustration. This damn woman was stirring up unwanted desires in him— desires he knew would leave him unsatisfied. Despite Koba's self admonishments, he could not tear his eyes away from the woman's slim, but curvy figure. Her movements... her scent... they were all making his body react in ways that he was extremely unhappy about. 

He couldn't stop staring at her. How she stumbled and got things confused, how she had no prior experience working with apes. She was the perfect victim. His eye followed her every move, every curve of her body. He watched as she bent down to pick up a bucket, exposing her round ass. He couldn't stop his cock from twitching at the sight, a low, rough sound started deep in his throat. Koba could feel his chest grow tighter.

But he couldn't do anything to get to her. He was trapped here, forced to watch as this little human cleaned up his prison. It was driving him mad .

She had no idea what was going through his head. How could she? She was a weak, foolish human, and she had no idea the power that she held over him. What she was doing to him.

His hands tightened around his dick, his thumb swiping over the leaking head, smearing the pre-cum around. His gaze drifted to the glass panel that separated him from her. She was still cleaning, oblivious to the predator who watched her from a distance. He wondered if she could feel his eyes on her. Would she be afraid? Would she run?

His cock twitched in his hand. His muscles tensed.

She would be afraid.

She would run.

And then he would catch her. Mount her.

His fingers curled around his shaft, his palm sliding up and down, coating his cock in the clear liquid that had been dripping from its tip. His eyes stayed fixed on the clueless human female. His breathing became shallow and rapid. His chest was tight, his cock aching and straining against his hand.

She had no idea what was coming.

As usual, Koba would grab anything he could get his hands on, treating it as his own personal toy. A blanket in his room was often used for that purpose, his hands wrapped tightly around the soft material as he imagined a female was beneath him, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her. 

He started humping the soft material, watching the newcomer as she went about her tasks, completely unaware of him. His good eye was glued to the curves on her body, her slender hips easy to grab, ample breasts to suckle on and her round ass... He could almost feel her cunt squeezing his cock as he began grinding against the fabric in his hand.

He grunted and groaned, that familiar heat building up in his navel, as he felt his orgasm approaching. All it took was thinking about the possibility of him pinning that young woman down and sinking himself deep inside her, and he was done. He pumped his cock harder and faster, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he reached his climax, pulling back, his seed spilled across the floor.

Thankfully, she did not see him. Not this time.

These damn humans, and their fucking cages.

Making him have to take care of his own needs, his own urges, in a fucking prison cell when he had committed no crime.

He hated them. 

He was still breathing hard and fast as he eyed that woman walk around. He would have to punish her for doing this to him. Surely that would ease these emotions stirring in him.

Composing himself, Koba had to come up with a plan. A plan to get this human where he wanted her. But he knew that he had to be smart about it. Humans never take kindly to any sort of misbehaviour. He had the scars littered all over his body to remind him of that.

It would be so easy to overpower her, to force himself on her. But Koba had to play it smart. He had to gain her trust, make her think he was harmless. That way, he could strike when she least expected it.

But how?

Koba was a very intelligent and cunning ape. He was well aware of his surroundings and those around him. His keen sense of hearing, and his ability to pick up on changes in his environment, were what made him such a dangerous foe. Having been raised among humans, Koba was good at reading their body language, and could tell when someone was afraid, or nervous. Could tell when they let their guard down. He would use that to his advantage.

He would start with something simple. A few small noises, maybe a slight movement. He would startle her, get her attention. Once he had her attention, he would act silly. Maybe bang his head against the glass, or make a weird sound. Whatever it took to keep her interested, and curious. Once she was sufficiently intrigued, Koba would try to make her laugh. A silly face,or standing on his hands. Anything that would make her feel at ease, see him as nothing more than a harmless bonobo. And once he had her laughing, it would be easy to get her where he wanted.

Each day, Koba's dark gaze followed the newcomer as she continued her work. He observed how she interacted with the other workers, how she moved around the room. What time she took her break at and when she would enter the apes cages to clean. With every passing moment, Koba's predatory instincts grew stronger, his eyes never leaving her. He studied her day in, day out. Beginning to notice small things about her - her mannerisms, her expressions, her little quirks. 

One of the other workers, a male, would often flirt with her. He would make comments about her body, and would even try to touch her. But she would always pull away, her face red with embarrassment.

The sight of this male made Koba's blood boil. Humans were free to do as they pleased, but not him. He was stuck here in this tiny room.  It made him clench his fists tight, banging them against the wall.

If he ever got his hands on that man, he would kill him.

Koba did not know why he felt so much rage when he saw this male. But he did, and it made him feel angry and frustrated.

Jealous .

He continued to watch the young female worker as usual, when she arrived the next day, waiting for the ideal moment to start his act. His mind raced with schemes, contemplating ways to get her closer to him without raising suspicion. It was then that an idea struck him. At noon she would check his food and water dish as she had been instructed. He knew he needed to play a role in that moment, to act weak and injured, to evoke her compassion. He knew that with her caring nature, she wouldn't be able to resist helping someone in need, even if that someone was a dangerous bonobo like him. He just had to wait for the right opportunity to present itself, biding his time while his mind raced with thoughts of what he would do to her when he got her alone in his cell.

Koba waited patiently, his eye locked on the young woman. He would have to pretend to be sick, faking an illness to draw her closer. He would feign weakness and helplessness, making her believe he couldn't care for himself. And then, when the time was right, he would lure her into his cell, under the pretence of helping him.

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When you came into his line of sight, Koba put on his best pitiful look, groaning and rolling around, pretending to be in pain. He banged his fists on the ground, and scratched at his fur like he was having some sort of seizure.

At first, you didn't notice what was going on, but when you became aware of his situation, you gasped. "Oh my gosh! What happened?"

He just moaned and rolled around, continuing his pathetic display.

You rushed to his door, putting your hand on the hatch. "Are you okay?"

Koba let out a low sob, feigning distress. His cries of pain evoking sympathy in you. He really needed help. Urgently. 

You looked around the corridor, searching for another staff member who was better equipped to deal with something like this, but most of them were already on their lunch break. The hall was empty.

Damn it.

You yelled out, “Someone help!” once and then twice. There was no response.

As a last resort, you used the master key that you had been given to clean the lab cells, quickly opening the door to aid the sickly bonobo. Rushing inside with a few first aid items, you kneeled down at his side. Fumbling with your things, you didn’t notice that he had already moved above you. Like a flash of lightning.

As soon as you leaned forward, Koba pounced. Hitting you hard on the head, and pinning you down.

“What the f–!?”

Koba silenced you, covering your mouth to shut you up. He messed up the first time by not knocking you unconscious, but he could still turn this around. With a second, even harder blow to the head, he knocked you out cold and shut the door to the glass cage behind him.

He growled, low and guttural, before dragging your limp body under the table at the back of his cell, covering it with the blanket. Now, he had to wait for the facility to close for the night. Hoping no one would notice that she was missing. Maybe they would think that she left and went home early. He wasn’t stupid in that way, he had been calculating this. This one had no sign in card yet, they hadn’t registered it and she was just a cleaner. She had no close relations with any of the other employees thus far. They wouldn't even look for her.

Koba laid low, waiting for the perfect moment to execute his plan. He had to be patient, and wait for the right opportunity to strike. His blood work had already been taken that morning and as far as he knew, they had no other exercises planned for him that day.

As the hours ticked by, the lab began to empty out around evening time, staff members leaving for the night. Koba's heart began to race as he realized that the time was near. Your body still laid unconscious in the corner of his room.

When the time finally came, and all of the facility lights were turned off for the day, Koba could barely contain his excitement. The lab was deserted, and the hallway was dark and silent. All but the sounds of the other apes.

He wasted no time, dragging the unconscious female's body to his bed, taping her mouth shut so that the cameras out in the hallway wouldn’t suspect a thing. Then he ensured your hands were restrained to his bed. Tied tightly above your head and your legs spread apart, ready and waiting for him.

All was going as planned.

The bonobo didn't waste a second. He had been waiting for this moment, and now he was going to take what was his. He quickly tore off your clothing, revealing your bare skin. Each item he removed piqued his curiosity more. Seeing a human female naked, after all this time. He took in your naked form beneath him, so vulnerable.

Koba began his assault on your body by running his large, calloused hands over your soft skin, tracing all the way down your neck and along your sternum while he leaned in close, inhaling your scent. It was intoxicating, to have such power over someone else. To be the one in control for the first time in his life. To have this little plaything under him, waiting to be ruined.

He ran his teeth along your neck, sucking and biting it. Marking you. And you would have no idea.

He caressed your breasts with one hand, pinching and teasing your nipples. He was rough, twisting and grabbing them. His other hand trailed down over your stomach, before coming to rest at the rump between your legs.

The bonobo's fingers slipped inside your wet, warm pussy, exploring your depths. It was tight, he could just about slip two fingers inside. But the feeling of inside you had him growing impatient, he needed to fuck you soon, he was eager to have his way with your body. His cock was already fully erect, pulsating with need. 

Koba grabbed your hips, fingers pressing deep into your skin. Without hesitation, he plunged his thick cock into your pussy. Allowing a soft moan of satisfaction to escape his lips as he did. It felt so good . Much better than his hands. He couldn't help but savor the moment. After all, he had the entire night to play with your body.

He started slow, by moving his hips in a gentle rhythm, in and out. Eyes glued to how his shaft thrust into you, covered in your fluids. How your breasts bounced slightly each time he thrust forward. It was all so mesmerizing.

Koba watched your body as he pounded into it, taking pleasure in the fact that you were at his mercy. That you were so helpless and he was powerful , if only for that moment.

Your walls were so tight, squeezing his cock, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. It was almost too much at first, to be experiencing something so pleasurable for the first time.

Koba's movements became rougher, his thrusts deeper, harder. His fingers digging into your skin, leaving trails that would show up as bruises and scratches the next day. It felt so good. Better than anything he had ever felt before. And he didn't want it to end. He wanted to keep fucking you forever.

He leaned down, growling and panting in your ear. His warm breath tickling your skin. And it must have done something because you began to stir. Your eyelids fluttering wildly. You groaned, regaining consciousness, blinking the daze out of your eyes. Everything was fuzzy and unclear, too dull to see anything clearly but the milky white moonlight that shone through the windows illuminated the outline of the large, hairy figure on top of you.

It-- was... No way.

As your vision began to sharpen, you could make out the outline of an ape, an ape on top of you. And his large cock was thrusting in and out of your pussy. Now you could feel it as clear as day.

Your eyes widened as the reality of the situation began to hit and you tried to scream, only to be met with the muffled sound, stifled by the tape over your mouth. You began to squirm and struggle but your hands were bound and immobile. You were trapped underneath him.

What the hell was happening? Where were you?

Your mind was still groggy from being knocked out.

Nothing made sense except the sensation of being violated.

This was bad. This was really bad.

Koba, too caught up in his own pleasure hadn't even realized that you had awakened, even if he did, he wouldn't care. He had his fill of you, and he was not stopping now.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up and forcing you to look him in the eye. He stared down at you, a wicked grin on his face as he noticed your eyes were wide, conscious, full of fear. He had you and now you were fully aware. You were his now, and he was going to use you until he was done.

You felt a chill run down your spine as his eyes met yours. He was intimidating for sure. For the first time, you studied the scar that ran down his face and wondered where he had gotten it. What sort of treatment had he suffered to receive it? You had never really thought much about the sort of experiments that had been done on these apes until it was staring you right in the face, violating you.

Those thoughts were quickly cut short, his grip on your hair tightened, pulling hard enough that you winced, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. Koba continued pounding into you, grunting and panting as his orgasm grew closer. You were crying, but he couldn't hear it, too caught up in his own pleasure.

His thrusts became faster, harder, until his cock began to twitch and spasm, shooting his load deep inside of you. Damn, he groaned into your neck as he released inside of you. it felt good to cum inside of something warm. It fulfilled a deep, primal desire that he didn’t know he had been craving.

His cum mixed with your fluids, leaking down your legs and onto the floor of the enclosure below.

You lay there, motionless, skin glistening in the dull moonlight that seeped in through the windows. It was a sight he relished in. The fact that he had done this to a human, those who were supposed to be his superiors. 

Koba reached his hand between your legs, feeling the stickiness of his semen dripping out of your abused pussy. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, as his finger circled around your entrance. He couldn't stop himself. He pushed his thick finger into your opening, and then a second one. He pumped them in and out, feeling his own cum mixed with your fluids drip over his knuckles.

His fingers curled around your walls, rubbing against a spot inside of you that felt really good . His other hand brushed over your clit, stirring an even greater reaction. Your head rolled back, against the sheet beneath you. Now that your eyes were open, Koba was fascinated by the reactions he was drawing from you. Your soft, muffled whimpers and moans were music to his ears.

It was like some sick game or experiment to him. Which parts of your body made you squirm and make those noises when he touched them? To Koba, who had been denied sex for so long it was a fascinating ordeal.

Koba knew that humans had a strong desire for sexual intimacy, but he had never seen it laid out in front of him like this before. The way your body reacted to his touch? He couldn't get enough of it. Your poor resistance and the desperation in your cries as he rubbed your most sensitive area.

It was kind of pathetic. 

He watched you closely, taking in every detail of your expression, the way your body writhed and trembled, how you cried and whimpered when he curled his fingers upward and hit a certain spot.

You were squirming under his touch, your body denying you. You were so sure that you absolutely did not want this, it was so twisted and wrong, but fuck. He was so good at it. How was he so good? Where did he learn to do this? Your hips bucked and your muscles contracted around his fingers. You were so close to orgasm. This ape… This monster who had dragged you in here against your will was going to be the first to make you cum.

How immoral .

The shame of it had your cheeks burn a deep shade of red.

Koba was getting hard again, his cock growing larger as it swelled with blood. You felt it brush against your thigh and allowed a small sob to escape your throat. It wouldn't take long for him to be ready to fuck you again. Just how many times would he do so before the night was over? You shuddered even thinking about it.

He leaned down to switch it up, his tongue darted out, lapping at your entrance, lapping up the juices leaking out of you. His hands moved up your body, gripping your waist tightly to keep you from jerking your hips.

You shuddered beneath his touch, thighs shaking uncontrollably. You moaned loudly, the tape on your mouth only stifling the noise slightly, as his tongue dipped inside of you, his nose bumping against your clit. You were repulsed at your body betraying you like this, hips buckling forward as the ape quickened his movements.

He was enjoying the way you responded to his touch. The way you looked lying beneath him. Such a helpless creature, losing composure so easily like this. Completely at his mercy.

He continued lapping up your juices, his tongue tracing circles around your clit, until you finally came undone. You could no longer stop your body from convulsing. For a moment, all of the shame had left you.

Koba sat back, watching you come down from your orgasm, your body twitching and convulsing. It was a beautiful sight, and he wanted to see it again. He wanted to see you lose control, he wanted to watch you fall apart under his touch. It made him feel powerful for the first time in his life.

He wondered, how many times could he make you cum like that before you passed out again?

He was curious.

You were already a mess, laying limp and spent. Still breathing hard and fast as his hand slid over the soft flesh of your breasts, and up to your neck. His fingers tightened, pressing against your throat, for a moment.

He released his grip, then grabbed your breasts again, squeezing them, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He loved the feeling of them in his hands. So plump and soft, yet firm. He could spend hours fondling them, feeling the weight of them. He imagined them full and heavy with milk, ready to be suckled on. 

But, right now, all he could think about was getting his cock inside you again. He wanted to fill your cunt up. He wanted to feel your walls clench around him again as you orgasmed. He let go of your breasts, and pulled out his erection. It was hard, throbbing and begging for attention. He needed to use you again. He stroked it, looking at you in your dishevelled, spent state.

Koba moved over top of you again, ready to mount you. His hard cock brushing against your sensitive clit made you gasp through your nose. The deepest breath you had ever taken. You were still dazed from your orgasm, but the feeling of his thick cock pressed against your entrance was too much.

You cried out, there was nothing you could do as he held you down firmly in place, pining you into submission. You couldn’t possibly push him off you. He had full control over everything happening here. You were just a helpless plaything to be used at his disposal. 

The fact that it excited your body against your will made it all the more humiliating.

He gripped his cock, lining it up with your entrance, and shoved it into you, filling you again.

You winced, the soreness of your pussy still present from the last time he had abused it.

His hand reached down, rubbing your clit, remembering it as a place that made you lose control the last time he had touched you there. And he was rewarded as your pussy clenched tight around him. Koba began pumping in and out of you, his hips thrusting forward, his pace quickening. He grunted as his cock buried deeper and deeper into you. He was so big, and his thick shaft stretched your walls, hitting your cervix.

He grunted, thrusting into you hard, and fast. You felt yourself growing weaker and weaker, your muscles giving way underneath his weight. You could barely move. He was so rough, his hips slamming against yours as if he hadn't had sex in years. What did you know? He was locked in this place, he probably hadn't had any sort of release in years.

Your body shook as he pushed himself into you. Your walls clenched around him, and your legs began to tremble. It was an intense mix of pain and ecstasy. To be taken and used as a living sex toy for this crazed ape and how it actually felt pleasurable when his length reached all the way to your hilt, showing a slight bulge in your abdomen. He was huge, and powerful in more ways than one.

He pulled out of you, and then pushed back in. The restraints on your wrists rubbed uncomfortably as you shifted underneath him. You shut your eyes tight, unable to bear the stimulation for much longer, your muffled screams gradually waning into lusty moans as Koba hit you in all the places that felt good.

His pace was brutalizing, he had a stamina that terrified you; there seemed to be no end to the persisting pain, and the pleasure– that grew as rapidly as Koba’s thrusts– and your body tenses again as the pleasure pushed you further and further towards the edge. It was far from enjoyable this time; it was forced and drawn out of you like the last of your dignity, and just like before, it was a sharp pleasure all too much for your body to handle and when you cum a second time, you wailed in discomfort and pain through the rapture.

He gripped your thighs, pushing your legs back as far as they would go so that he could slam against you with full force. Fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, pulling you flush up against him.

Your vision was blurry, and you could barely think. All you could focus on was the rhythm of him slamming into you. Your orgasm didn’t numb you out, just brought you closer to reality and it was over just as fast as it had happened. The discomfort and overstimulation lingered once again.

Koba thrust with all of his weight, rough fingers digging into your sides, painting your body black and blue with even more bruises. The sight of you writhing underneath him, trying to escape his grasp only excited him further and pushed him over the edge.

"Oh, god..." you whimpered to yourself.

After what felt like an eternity of abuse, you felt him slam into you particularly hard, hips jerking as he spills deep inside you once again, filling you completely. Your legs shook, and your vision blurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

He was grunting, panting hard from how tight you clenched around him and moaned as he thrust into you, He couldn’t get enough. His cock still stuffing you to the hilt as he emptied his load into your womb.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and everything went dark.  You felt so low, so dirty. The way his semen dripped down your inner thigh made you shiver. Throat dry, muscles aching, you could not speak, could not protest against being used and violated in the most intimate way. 

Just as Koba could never have protested against being used as a lab rat. 

Getting this small semblance of revenge against one human satisfied the itch within him. Especially seeing your face contort in discomfort.

You didn't know if you could take any more of this.

For a moment you thought, maybe– perhaps he might be done with you. For now. 

But no, Nothing could ever be that simple.

He pulled out, and rolled you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart, positioning himself between them. He gripped your ass, pulling your hips upward, giving him easier access to your dripping pussy. It was then that Koba realized that he could also use your other hole. That would surely give you the shock of your life.

He lined his cock up with your tight asshole. Your eyes went wide–

No no no .

Not that, anything but that.

You screamed through the restraints until your voice went hoarse. He ignored your cries, as usual.

Koba was too powerful, and the pain was too great. Heavy and suffocating, your body felt like it was about to snap in half with the thrusts as he used your ass to get off. You could barely keep conscious as he thrust into your ass, pounding away at your most sensitive spot. You were sore, and exhausted.

The sensation was excruciating, and the pain was intense. You felt like your entire body was being ripped apart.

All you could do was lay there and let him use you over and over again in every position imaginable until the sun would rise.

And that was exactly what he intended to do .

Koba would fuck you, breed you and have you again. Until you either passed out or were discovered. Who knew how long it would be? The night already felt far too long. Did anyone even realize you were missing at this point? You were only a minimum wage janitor. Who would even care that an ape had trapped you in the facility overnight?

His stamina was inhuman. He just kept going, and going, and going. You couldn't take it anymore.

It was too much.

When you passed out mid way through the night, he was still using your body like his personal toy until the morning.

He couldn't stop thinking about keeping you here in his cell forever, tied to his bed as his toy to fuck and dump cum into.. But he knew that he needed to let you go soon. He wanted to fuck you one more time, but he knew that if he did, the consequences could be severe.

It was worth it though, you had satisfied his frustrations, if only for one night.

Even if it was for a brief moment, Koba had tasted the forbidden fruit and it was worth it.

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When he had undone your restraints and you tried to stand up, your legs shook violently, almost immediately buckling underneath you. But fight or flight instinct quickly set in and you grabbed your clothing and ran like hell as soon as he had let you go. 

Down the hall, you sprinted away from that monster. It was still too early so no one was here. You slipped into the workplace bathroom and cried upon seeing yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, there were signs of small bruises starting to appear all over your body, bite marks on your neck, on your shoulders. And worst of all, your intimate area had been completely abused, his fluids still dripping down your thighs from-- Lord knows how many times he had taken you. It felt raw. Burning. You had made the mistake of wiping away the evidence, in a rush to clean yourself up and get dressed. You had no idea what would happen now.

You felt so ashamed. How could you ever face anyone and tell them about this incident?

Within an hour, the facility was abuzz with activity from the morning rush. It seemed like everyone was in a hurry, and nobody seemed to notice you as you stumbled out of the bathroom and into the elevator.

Your heart was pounding, and your palms were sweaty.

You had no idea how you were going to explain yourself. How were you going to explain that the bonobo had forced himself on you, and kept you captive overnight?

Who would even care about some minimum wage cleaner? They would probably want to avoid any kind of scandal or lawsuit, and just sweep it under the rug anyway.

The only thing you could think to do now was run.

Run home, and never return to that place.

Your eyes stung with tears as you left the building, and your cheeks burned a crimson red. You could still feel him inside of you. His cum leaking out of you. How he had marked you and made you his. And a part of you, the most shameful part that you would never admit aloud, had enjoyed it.

[the-witchs-posts]

my little short comic from my planet of the apes oc salem going hunting with caesar and and the apes...

until something goes wrong 😏🖤✨

this is by no means perfect,

but im still really proud of all the work i put into it and how it came out at the end 😊👍

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒃𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍

🍯our little farm masterlist🍯

summary - the reader gets a call from her parents, they ask her to look after their farm and hopefully get their newest addition to mate with the cow hybrids. what happens when it's not the cows bull ari sets his sights on, but instead, it's the reader?

warning - interspecies, dumb bimbo reader, angst, smut, swearing, fluff, creampie, breeding kink, voyeurism, spying, masturbation, dirty thoughts, slight manipulation, talks of masturbating.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, and the dividers are by @royalsweetteaa and @firefly-graphics

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING

You yawned, walking groggily to the kitchen. You felt the exhaustion settling into your bones from the long drive over. Your parents had asked you to come and look after their farm whilst on vacation. They explained that one of their newest additions is refusing to mate with the cow hybrids. You happily agreed, having nothing better to do where you lived. 

Your hands rub your eyes, walking over and starting the coffee machine. Your plump breasts practically spill out of your soft yellow nightie, the lace ending just below your ass as you lean over to grab the ingredients for your breakfast. Your cute pink mug is filled to the brim with vanilla-flavoured coffee. You take sips and prepare some banana pancakes with a side of oatmeal covered in yoghurt and berries.

Once everything is prepared, You walk outside and sit down. You take in the sunrise and the beautiful colours of the sky as you eat. Not noticing the newest addition staring daggers in your direction, his head tilted to the side as he tried to figure out who this stranger was. His darkened blue eyes take in your skimpy pyjamas, tongue flicking out as he appreciates the sight. And it finally clicked. Ari knew that you were the one he wanted to mate with, not these whorish cows that kept throwing themselves at him.

You hum as you finish breakfast, your belly full as you stand. Heading back inside to prepare for the day, you walk to the kitchen, placing your dishes in the sink before heading to your room. You pull out your skimpiest denim shorts— the perfect pair that hugs your ass— and a tiny white shirt— one that forms perfectly around your plump breasts. 

You giggle as you pull your clothes on before bending over to put your cute little farmer boots on. You get up and head into the bathroom, brushing your teeth before returning, feeling ready to get to work. You make your way out of the house and head to the crops to tend to those first. 

After all the work you have done, you feel dirty. But that doesn’t stop you from heading to the animals to care for them. You don’t notice that you are being watched, too busy smiling at everything around you. You wave when you see the neighbours. Having met the owner and their helper Colin, you’ve learnt they have the same problem with their bull Ransom. You won’t admit it, but you’ve had dirty thoughts about Colin. Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips as you think of him all dirty and on top of you. The many nights you’ve spent with your vibrator between your legs with the thoughts of him there instead were too many to count.

As you pass the cows, you smile and wave. “Hey, ladies!” You continue to giggle as they wave back, happily strolling through as you work. When you enter Ari’s closed-off area, you look around curiously. You’ve never met a bull hybrid before. You push a loose strand of hair behind your ear before you jump, as a huff can be heard from the side of you.

You turn, and a giant smile appears as your eyes connect with beautiful blue ones. “Hi! I’m Y/n! You must be Ari!” You squeal, stumbling closer to him. Your eyes are wide as you take in his giant form, practically drooling at his bulging muscles and the panty-dropping defined lines across his stomach. You stick your hand out, feeling giddy with being in his presence. 

Ari’s brows furrow, puffing his chest out, and he notices how your eyes follow the movement. His large hand fills yours, shaking it slightly. He takes in your form, seeing how much tinier you are to him. “L/n’s daughter?” You nod, soft giggles escaping you as you take in the nasty scar on his face before following it and looking at his golden rings.

“Yeah! I’m looking after the place!” You grin, “Apparently, I’m supposed to help you mate with the cows?” Your brows furrow, pouting as you try to figure out how to do that. Your head tilts to the side, looking up at him with confusion. “How do I do that?” 

“You don’t know how to…?” Ari tilts his head also, studying you. How you look at him with a dazed look is different for him. “What if I told you that it’s better and healthier for a bull to mate with a human instead of a cow?” 

You blink, eyes widening even more. “It is?” Ari nods, holding back the smirk that desperately wants to appear. “Huh… My dad never told me that… Okay…” You nod, believing his words as he seems older than you. Your eyes slowly drag down his body, stopping at the spot between his legs, brows furrowing as you become curious. Ari watches as a look of wonder appears on your face, he opens his mouth to ask you what you're looking at, but a sound of shock leaves him as you slither your hand through the fence and poke his softened cock. “Aww! It’s so cute! Hello, little guy!” 

Ari huffs, feeling shocked and offence shoot through him as you continue to coo at his cock. He utters what the fuck as you just stare at him wide-eyed. A grunt escapes him, gaining your attention back up at him. His brows are raised. “Are you done?” Your lips go between your teeth as your eyes flicker back down before connecting with his eyes again, a slight nod following. Ari huffs, his eyes take in your outfit. “What are you wearing?” 

You frown, looking down at your outfit. “What’s wrong with this?” You look back at him, doe-eyes filled with tears, plump lips pouted as you tug on your shirt. Unknowingly exposing your cleavage to him, your thighs clench at his rough look.

“It’s too… It’s not proper for the farm, but… Never mind, you wouldn’t take advice from someone like me anyway.” Ari turns, holding back his smirk as you call for him to wait. Your soft voice was begging for his advice on what to wear. He turns, facing you again with a straight face. “Well… A nice short dress would be easier to work in…” He clicks his tongue inside his mouth as he watches you stare up at him, eyes still clueless. “But, if you want to be seen as a disappointment….”

“No! I don’t! I will change into the appropriate farmwear tomorrow!” You babble, gripping the fence as tears fall from your eyes. 

“Good girl.” A smile appears on your face at Ari’s words, feeling pride beaming inside you. You say your goodbyes before skipping back to the house, feeling your stomach grumble. Never having felt so free before, you enter the kitchen, gather ingredients for dinner, and begin to prepare some pasta, your mouth watering as the scent of food enters your nostrils. 

Once the food was ready, you served yourself a bowl and sat down. You scoff it all before getting up, walking to the kitchen and placing the bowl into the sink, ensuring all the dishes are clean before groggily heading to the bedroom. You strip until you are completely bare and unknowingly give the hybrid outside a show. Ari’s hand moves up and down his massive cock as he watches you strip from your dirty clothes. Your soft hands glide down your nude form, and he grunts as he covers his body with his cum. 

You climb into your soft bed and fall into a blissful sleep.

The sound of a rooster wakes you from your slumber, and you roll over and groan. Burying your face into your fluffy pillow, you can feel your muscles begin to relax again as sleep tries to take over. Slowly, you get out of bed and head into the bathroom. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to become boiling hot before getting in.

A sigh of relief escapes you as the water begins to relieve your tense muscles. You wash your hair and body, ensuring you are clean and ready for the day before hopping out and drying yourself. You head back into your room and open your closet, pulling out a tiny checkered white and blue dress that fits snugly against your body. 

You pull it on and place a white headband into your hair, pulling your boots on before heading into the kitchen. Repeating what you did the morning before, starting up the coffee machine and making yourself some breakfast. Once everything is ready, you sit outside and enjoy it all. Finishing your food and coffee, you head inside and place them into the sink before heading back out to begin work.

You skip around, tending to your chores and harvest some fruit that appears to be ready. As the day passes, you snack on the cherries in your basket, heading to where the animals are and waving to the cows as you pass them by. You make sure they have everything they need before you go to check on Ari, hoping that he approves of your outfit.

Ari’s eyes are locked on your lips when you enter, licking his lips as he watches you slowly bite into the cherry. His eyes slowly move down and take in your dress, huffing in approval. “Hi! Did you sleep okay?!” You squeal, skipping closer to him. You happily chew on the cherries as you beam up at him, hoping you’ve made him proud with your dress. “Did I do good? You were so right about it being easier to move in!” Your doe-eyes blink as you wait for him to answer.

Ari smiles, straightening his back as he stares down at you. “You did well. You’re such a good girl for listening to me.” He smirks slightly as he watches you clench your thighs together, his praise getting to you. “But I do need you to do something for me.”

You launch forward, eyes wide. “Anything!” Ari bites his lip, having to think of something else as he feels his cock twitch. 

“I accidentally dropped something over there and can’t reach it. Do you mind grabbing it for me?” You nod, practically buzzing as you wait for him to tell you where it is. He clears his throat, and his ear twitches as he holds his desires back. “It’s just over there.” You nod again, quickly heading over to where he’s pointing and bending once you’ve found it. A groan slips from Ari’s lips as your glistening cunt is in view, and his cock begins to swell and grow as he stares. 

“Here it is!” You stand, holding the bell in your hand, before turning around and bouncing over to the giant creature. Your eyes fall on his hardened cock, causing them to widen as your mouth opens in shock. “Where’d my little guy go?” You pout as you stare before looking up at him, saddened that he’s gone.

Ari blinks, slowly grabbing the bell from your hands and placing it over his head. The cool metal rests against his neck. “Sadly, he won’t make his appearance until I’m empty, but unfortunately, I don’t have a human to mate with for that to happen.” Ari pouts, pretending to be sad.

A whimper escapes you. “I can help! I’m human!” You whine, batting your eyelashes up at him as you pout. 

Ari shakes his head, “No. I couldn’t ask you to do that, and it has to be someone extraordinary to be able to be filled by me.” His head lifts when a sob leaves your plump lips. He notices the heartbroken look on your face.  

You nod sadly. The feeling of happiness that you felt had been drained. “Oh… Okay, well… Have a good day.” You give him a sad smile, turning to leave.

His brows furrow, quickly reaching out and grabbing your wrist. “What, no. Why are you leaving?” 

You turn back and look up at him. “You said it had to be someone extraordinary… I know I’m dumb, but I also know when I’m not wanted.” You sniffle, smiling through it all. 

A sigh leaves his lips, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean you weren’t special, I thought you’d turn around and say you were, but obviously, I should’ve just accepted your offer to help.” 

You blink up at him, the tears brimming as you pout. “Really? I’m special enough to help you?” Ari nods, and a giant smile appears as you bounce up and down. “I’d be happy to help, Ari! Please, can I help?!” Ari feels his cock twitch at your eagerness and the sight of your wide eyes. He nods, causing you to squeal and quickly go to the gate, opening it and entering his area. 

You excitedly skip over to him and crash into his large body, his massive cock pokes your tiny form, and you can feel your knickers dampen from the feeling. Ari grabs you and lifts you as if you weigh like a feather. You feel your cunt throb as he does this. He carries you over to the stacks of hay. Ari sits and places you on top of him. He groans at the feeling of your bare cunt touching his swollen cock. 

“You want to be split open by me, little one?” You nod, whimpering and gripping his bulging biceps, humping your dripping cunt onto his throbbing member. “But, you’re such a tiny little baby. How could you possibly fit something as large as my cock in your small hole?” He taunts, hands gripping your hips as he moves your body.

You whine. “It’ll fit, please. Stuff me full of you!” Your head bobs up and down, repeatedly repeating ‘it’ll fit’ as you babble. Your head falls back, feeling blissed out before the fun begins, and your nails dig into his flesh. “Please! Force your cock into my small cunt! Fill me to the brim! Please!” Your eyes roll back as Ari lifts you and begins to push his thick tip into your hole. A pornographic moan leaves your lips as your cunt swallows his cock. 

“Oh! Jesus fuck! You’re so fucking tight! Much better potential for a mate than those whores over there!” He huffs, nostrils flaring as he stops his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. “You think they’ll be jealous that I’m stuffing you with my massive cock and not them?” You nod, eyes squeezed shut as you bounce up and down his cock, soaking him entirely with your juices. His large hands help fasten your pace, pounding up into you. “My good girl! Soon you’ll be full and carrying my babies! Do you think your dad will be proud of you for helping me?” 

Your mind is fuzzy, lazily nodding your head before planting it into his neck. “Wan’ be full o’ you” Your words come out jumbled, barely finding time to breathe as his cock splits you open but in a good way. A whimper escapes you when Ari pulls the front of your dress down, causing your plump breasts to bounce free. He launches forward, latching his lips onto your aroused nipples. His tongue swirls around them, licking and sucking. Your hands move up and into his hair, gripping and tugging as you are overwhelmed with pleasure.

His swollen and full balls slap against your ass, and his arms wrap securely around your waist as he slams into you faster and harder. One of your hands moves toward his horns and grip tight. Screams of pleasure escape you as your walls tighten and squeeze his throbbing base, desperately trying to milk him dry. 

“M’ close!” You pull your body as close as possible to him, feeling yourself spasm around him.

“Cum, little one!” The moment those words fall from his lips, your back arches, and your cunt sucks his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and for a moment, you black out as your juices squirt out of you, covering him and everything around you both. “Fuck! You feel so fucking good! Ready for me to fill you up?” 

“Yes! Yes! Please!” Whimpers and groans escape you both as large amounts of cum spurt out of Ari, and deep into your womb, there’s so much that it begins to leak out of you and onto his lap. “So good! So good!” You hold onto him, whining as you feel him in your stomach. You sag into him as the exhaustion sets in.

“You did good, little one. Get some rest. I’m not done with you yet.” He whispers, stroking your hair as a whine leaves you, feeling his cock begin to harden and grow inside of you. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[seiya-starsniper]

All Wound Up (Dreamling) - AO3

Rating: E | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 3.1k

Summary:

Hob hadn’t realized he had a hair pulling kink until now, but perhaps he didn’t. Maybe his entire kink was just Dream.

Hob realizes Dream has a thing for having his mane tugged. He takes full advantage of the situation.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Centaurs, Centaur Dream of the Endless, Human Hob Gadling, Hair-pulling, Hair Kink, Rutting, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Pining, Friends With Benefits

Dedicated to the absolutely wonderful and talented @amielot, thanks so much for letting me play other sandbox of your Horse Girl AU! 💖💖💖

Special thanks to @lyriclorelei and @rooftopwreck for the beta read!!!!

[mono-recom]

Sinful Nun Pays Penitence To The Serpent

[naughtybg3confessions]

You know the strange ox that if you kill it Dammon dies? I bet that thing has the infernal hots for him. I want to watch its ooze body slip over Dammon and plug all his holes. Have him so udderly (huehue, pun) debauched by being inside of it that he fills it with pockets of his hot splurts of cum until he's completely drained.

[liveactionproblematicotd]

Today's problematic ship is Leto Atreides and Ghanima Atreides from Children of Dune

Brother/sister incest

Interspecies

Requested by anonymous