#intox mention

[spicy-phantom2]

I'm high so this might not make sense but thinking about jerking off two straps against each other. I wanna get a tentacle or some other fantasy style to contrast my regular human one. Making you choose which one you want to wear and which one you want to see frotting against yours. Cum lube dripping and getting all over our hands and stomachs. Messy and explicitly queer sex please.👋👊 Gimme

[fuzzytipsybunny]

wishing i was so drunk im unable to walk

instead i just can't walk because of my chronic knee pain 😔✊

[tummy-purling]

not even into intox like that but omg the drunk bellies give off such deep burps

[weepingfireflies]

[Photo ID - a close screenshot of Anos Voldigoad from the anime The Misfit of Demon King Academy. Anos is a man with short black hair and red eyes. He is wearing a black coat with a white hem and detailing. He is placed against a white, surrealist background where the ground is made up of cubes and a few float upwards behind him. The caption at the bottom of the screen reads, "Did you really think that killing me would be enough to make me die?" A tumblr post is pasted in the top left corner. It reads, "shirt that says 'i'm not high I just love saying insane sentences that don't make sense'" /End ID]

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[fearnsintheforest]

really wanna share a joint (or two or three) with a butch in bed and make out as we get high as hell

[bvnny-bot]

i'm high and want to code, what should i make in python?

[bluefuecoco]

guys.... if you dont understand balatro already, dont watch a balatro video when youre high. i'm going to cry

[selarina]

Guys, you know how in schools teachers place the loudest kids next to the silent ones hoping their silence will rub off on them?

Yeah, this happens with you and Gojo Satoru, but you don’t rub off on him entirely. He carries his boisterous (albeit somewhat lovable) energy well into adulthood.

He does quiet down though, at times. Gojo spends his time watching you, not with any intent but with something closer to curiosity.

His eyes can’t help but zero in on your quiet concentration. You're all precision in a sense — the way you scrunch your nose, the way your brows pinch together when you don’t understand something. It mildly bothers him, how noiseless you are in all your movements.

Soon, the bell rings, and he realises he’s been silent the whole class, his time spent entirely on studying you.

His eyes trace your form as you rise, and join your friends, leaving the room without a second glance in his direction.

And what should mean you fading into the bustling background of his school’s hallway becomes finding you front and centre, everywhere — in the sports field, in the cafeteria, at the school assembly when you’re front and centre reading the day’s agenda.

And this odd phenomena lingers in adulthood too.

“Sir—” Higuruma’s voice manages to cut through.

Gojo blinks, a daze simmering beneath the surface as he forces himself back into the present.

“Yes, yes,” he says, brushing off the conversation with a dismissive wave of his hand and a cheerful smile. “Let’s buy them!”

Ijichi clears his throat, chuckling in unease. "We're selling them to Murasaki Industries, sir."

"Oh." Gojo’s mind catches up, but only just. "Right. Let’s do that, then."

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he glances down, the screen illuminating a picture of you as his wallpaper. You’re wearing his hoodie, working on a laptop, surrounded by the half-finished mess of the apartment you both recently bought.

The message in front is simple, reading: i’m here. i'll wait outside

He grins, already moving, already leaving. “Meeting adjourned,” he calls out over his shoulder. “I have to see my wife.”

Behind him, the murmur of exchanges continue. Higuruma and Nanami exchange weary glances before staring dead straight into Ijichi's shifting figure.

“Um—“ Ijichi speaks up, nervously.

"Yeah," Nanami interjects, his tone dry. "We'll need to revisit this. I have serious doubts about his capacity to enter into a legally binding contract based on this meeting. Under the Mental Capacity Act 2005, one could argue he wasn’t of sound mind—seemingly intoxicated. I don’t want you coming back at us for this later."

Higuruma nods, muttering in agreement as they prepare to leave. "The whole time, he was just staring at his phone."

Nanami scoffs. “Why do we need him again?”

Ijichi’s ears catch a faint response from Higuruma. “Well, he’s rich.”

[mechanicalmutt]

Getting so high I can barely focus before being pushed and pinned down under someone. Them gently pushing their lips onto mine to shush me as their hands explore my body, unable to resist.

[hyunpic]

hyunjin — dominATE tour 📍seattle (c) rin71251 on ig

[kabr0ztrousers]

An big gentle dom orc doing anal for the first time with his shy girlfriend? (She’s the one receiving the anal)

Also, your work is incredible!! Take care🫶

Kabr0z Writes Episode 133: Backdoor Shenannigans

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here! including the other two times we've seen Oreg the Orc!

Here's the Ao3 series!

CWs: Oral sex; anal sex; alcohol use; returning characters; enthusiastic consent; size difference; age gap

A/N: Now I'm having to do some homework to figure out if these two have done it up the ass before. By remarkable happenstance, they hadn't, so we get to do that today 😁

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Dawn light spilled through the fine curtains covering your bedchamber windows. You rolled lazily in the bed, knowing Oreg would already be up and in his chapel, as he so often was. You've been married about a year and a half now, ever since the village, and today was his birthday. As usual, you'd bought him some necessities you knew he wouldn't have bothered getting himself until he'd already been in dire need of them for a month, as well as arranging for his favourite meals to be prepared by the kitchen staff. He's all to happy to spend money on you, but when it came to indulging his own wants, he was practically an ascetic. Years of knightly oaths and cloistered upbringing are hard to shake, even for a noble.

You were giving him another gift, too. Prepared entirely without his knowledge. You weren't even sure he'd go for it, but he was an orc underneath all the piety and nobility, and if you knew anything, you knew orcs. You wrote him a letter, to be presented to him as he took his breakfast, which would be soon. In it you asked him to put aside his good manners. For the day you were his to do with as he pleased, not as Duke and Duchess, but as an Orc chieftain, and his favourite prize. In truth, this was as much a gift to you as it was to him, but he always did need a little convincing to come out of his shell and take what you both knew he wanted. You smiled to yourself, who knows? Maybe this'll be the thing that finally tips him over to being the stereotypical permanently-horny orc you'd always expected you'd marry.

You could hear him moving through the house. Heavy footsteps thumping through the downstairs corridors. As predictable as any clock, he would've seen the dawn light through the window and finished up, walking across the main hall to his office where he'd go through any important documents and await the mail whilst he ate breakfast. The staff were very happy to inform you how some years he'd entirely forget it was his birthday unless someone reminded him, even then he'd normally just shrug and get back to it. Again, practically an ascetic when it came to treating himself.

Today was different. Ordinarily, you'd just roll back over and go to sleep for another hour or so before your chambermaid woke you to attend to something or other while Oreg worked in relative silence keeping the duchy in order and planning whatever public works he wanted to channel funding to next. Instead you heard his footsteps again, thumping down the hall and on the stairs, presumably he'd seen your gifts and realised what day it is.

Sure enough, he stepped into your room, only now trying to soften his footsteps. In his arms were the new belt and cloak you'd given him, and the unopened letter you'd written.

"Naughty, you were meant to have read that already" You smiled blearily at him, propping yourself up by your elbow "Go on then, open it up"

Oreg's huge fingers pulled on the ribbon running through the wax seal, cracking it and unfolding the letter. For all his attempts at being the perfect steward, and a certain mathematical gift, he was never the fastest at reading the common tongue, preferring to write in Elfish or Orcish when he had to. Unfortunately, literacy was never a priority when you were growing up so while you spoke Orcish, you couldn't read or write in the language. You followed his eyes as he slowly scanned the paper, going over some parts twice, furrowing his brow in places, before placing it down on the bed

"Sweetheart, did you write this?"

Your heart dropped, you'd upset him. "I'm sorry, darling, I thought you'd like it"

He grinned "Of course I like it, I just wished that if you wanted me to be like that, you'd have said something" He sat on the bed, the mattress squashing under the weight of his immense bulk. He cradled your face with one of his hands, so large your whole head fit into his palm.

"I do want you to be like that, but I also like you as you are. It's tough" you nuzzled into his hand, your own small hand against the back of his, holding it in place as he leant over and kissed your forehead

"So, what would you like right now?"

You looked at the letter, then back to him. His big brown eyes followed your gaze and he smiled warmly, his filed tusks peeking up from his lower lip, greenish-grey skin darkening with a blush.

He drew you close to him, your head against his chest, hearing the bass drum of his heartbeat as it sped up. You rested a hand against him, laying it on his barrel chest. His breath sped up as he held you in one rigid arm. You giggled, considering how bold he was the first time you'd met him, he gets so bashful when it comes to him taking charge sometimes.

Wait a second, maybe that was it. "One moment, dear, I've just had an idea"

His hand released you and you raced out of the door, sprinting in your slip and precious little else towards the pantry. You found what you were looking for, picking it up carefully and walking with measured steps to your bedroom. Oreg was in the bed when you got back, his tunic and trousers in a pile on the floor, the letter carefully laid on top. He looked over to you and raised an eyebrow "Wine? This early in the morning?"

You opened the bottle and stepped onto the bed "Last time you really took charge, you were drinking with Mazorn. Let's see if it was the booze or the company that did the trick" You held the bottle up to him and he took it in one great hand, taking two great gulps, almost draining the bottle before offering the last mouthfuls to you. The wine was strong and dark, warming you from within. Only a couple of mouthfuls made you giggly, and he'd had far more than that.

He rolled his head, stretching out the muscles of his neck before draining the last dregs of the bottle. You watched as the alcohol reached his head, the timidness brought on by years of temple education and chivalric training melting away. His gaze became hungry, his eyes slipping from yours, lingering on your tits, your waist, your legs. You sat on the bed, stroking the mornings stubble, rough against your hand. You laid your other arm across you, tits squeezed between your biceps in a practiced motion you'd had work on dozens of young orcs in the past. "Like what you see?" you mock-pouted, drawing in close to your lover, draping yourself across him.

Oreg sat up slightly, stroking the side of your face, his gaze softening a moment before his hand slipped around the back of your head and his grip tightened. He guided your head under the blanket to his crotch. You could already smell him, thick musk emanating from his balls as he guided you down. You repositioned yourself, pointing your bare arse and pussy at him while you lay on his belly, face to face with his cock. You felt his fingers at your entrance, stroking your lips as he got hard in front of you. You bit your lip, his rough hands tantalising you, riling you up for what is to come.

You gave the tip of his cock a kiss, then a lick, teasing the tip as you watched it throb and grow in front of you. You could feel yourself starting to drip with arousal as you huffed his smell, kissing and fondling his cock.

"You're a real slut when you get going, aren't you?" Oreg's chuckle was deep and heavy, almost a purr.

You lifted your hips, opening yourself up to him "Only for you"

His hand pressed down on your head, forcing himself into your mouth. You opened as wide as you could, but you could still feel him struggling to stuff himself into you. You gagged on him, even as you whined at his fingers exploring your slit. Your whines turned to a satisfied groan as the finger sank into you.

He knew you, every fold, every corner. His finger twisted inside you. Your muffled groan told him he'd found what he wanted. The finger crooked. Your hips lifted higher. He was still fucking himself with your throat, even as he pressed against your spot. Your eyes rolled as he used you, twitching and groaning, a thick finger in your cunt, a thicker cock punishing your throat. You felt yourself getting hotter, sweat beading on your skin as your legs shook and kicked. Pressure built in your loins, pressing against you as you got closer to the edge

"Let go, sweetheart. Let go for me"

His voice, soft and deep. Gentle and commanding. You came hard, tears welling as his cock stifled sobs. You sprayed over him, the pressure releasing in a jet of hot relief.

He pulled out of your throat, leaving you gasping over his cock, still kissing the tip as it twitched and jumped in front of you. He manhandled you to the pillow, holding you down with one hand placed on your back while two fingers still slick with your juices slid into your mouth. You sucked on them, tasting yourself on his skin as he slapped your ass with his slick cock

"How far am I allowed to go?"

You whined, too blissed out to form words. He chuckled again, shifting his weight to pin you down, leaning over you "Tell me if it's too much"

The head of his cock slid between your asscheeks, pressing against your hole. You looked back at your husband, caught somewhere between the desire not to hurt you, and the deep, primal need to stuff himself inside.

You met his eyes. He was waiting for you. You gave the nod.

You gasped as his tip entered you. It didn't hurt as much as you expected, but the size of it stretching you out made your eyes water even more than before. You groaned as he picked up speed, the pain fading as your sphincter relaxed around the thick orcish cock pounding it. You could feel him filling you up, his thickness stretching you out. You lifted up into him, enjoying the sensation of fullness. Your hand strayed underneath you, brushing your clit as his cock thumped into you.

Your next orgasm came quicker than the last. Your fingers circled your clit, rubbing in time with your husband fucking your ass. The familiar twitching and whining, then the whole-body clenching. You felt yourself tighten around him, willing him into you with every fibre of your being. Your hand left your twitching, drooling cunt and gripped his oversized balls, holding him in as you groaned with relief. You could hear his breathing speeding up. You rolled his balls in your palm, feeling the weight of them as they slowly climbed towards his abdomen.

"Cum in me" you groaned to your lover as he throbbed inside you "Give it to me"

Oreg roared. The roar of an orc chief claiming his prize. You felt his balls twitch. Once, twice, thrice they pumped before his cum came flooding into you. It was a river of hot, sticky reward. You sighed as it filled you, flowing through you, warming you from within. He always gave you a lot, and today was no exception. Wave after wave, pump after pump, he filled you up. You could feel it flowing out of you, dripping onto your cunt, mingling with your juices and squirt, slicking your hand with cum.

It felt like forever before he pulled out. You were just on the verge of falling asleep again, surrounded by his warmth. Cum leaked from your gaping ass, flowing out of you and into a puddle on the bed.

Someone's going to have to clean that up

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You know when you're sure you posted something last night, and it doesn't appear in the morning?

Yeah. Tumblr sucks ass sometimes

[mechanicalmutt]

Shotgunning someone, pulling them into me with a hand around their throat as I press my lips into theirs, breathing out the smoke that's in my mouth as I push my tongue into their mouth. Pulling away as they get desperate to breathe. Forced to inhale all the smoke. Getting them high and weak in my arms as I keep doing it over and over. Where'd all that fight go hmm?,

[kewpiekills]

bb & marcie barhopping together

[transbunnyboi]

Hey guys taking an edible would be a VERYYY bad idea right now right? I mean, they make my brain so fuzzy and my cunt instantly starts clenching around nothing and dripping down my thighs and if I take the correct amount, I’ll start whining and crying for nothing but I want some sort of stimulation and I can’t think.

So this coupled with how fucking horny and needy I am for my bf’s cock despite him not being here? I may um, I may die.

Anyways that’d be a horrible idea, right? :3

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 14th: Christmas ball

Warnings: chubby reader, mentioned child death, mentions of killing a kid, implied kidnapping, intoxicated reader, Yandere stuff

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As you were getting ready for your town's yearly winter ball you were having a little trouble getting your dress on since your tummy and thighs were bigger than the last time you tried it on. Once you got it on you heard a loud pounding on the door.

Who could that be?

No one had asked you to the ball and even if they did you and your friends all decided that you would go as a group.

Maybe they decided that they were going to come get me even though we agreed to meet there.

You quickly finished getting ready before walking to your front door to see who was knocking loudly. When you opened the door you saw a young boy standing there. You didn't recognize this boy so you didn't understand why he was at your doorstep. The little boy was dressed nicely (as nicely as he could at least) and holding a bouquet.

“Can I help you?” you asked as you leaned against the doorframe.

“Oh,” the boy said as he looked up from messing with the flowers. “Um, does Daisy live here by chance?”

“No,” you said as you crossed your arms. “No one by that name lives here, sorry.”

“Oh,” he said in a sad tone as he looked at a piece of paper. “She told me she lived here.”

“She doesn’t live here,” you said in a sympathetic tone as she felt bad for the boy. “But I think she lives next door, Why don’t you go check there?”

“Really?!” the boy said excitedly while looking at the house next door. “Thank you so much, Miss!”

You didn't have time to respond as the boy had already started running to the house next door to you.

I wonder what it's like to have a man run after you like that?

You decided that since you were already dressed, you would go ahead and go to the winter ball. Once you got to the winter ball you went to go find your friends. You spotted your friends not too long after arriving.

“Y/n I'm so happy you came,” one of them said as you walked over to them. “Let's go dance!”

Your friend was drunk but you still followed her to the dance floor because you weren't going to let her ruin your mood just because she was drunk. As you were dancing you felt a pair of big strong calloused hands grab your waist.

“Hey there chubby bunny,” a deep male voice said. “Why don't I get you a drink?”

You let the man get you a few drinks and by the time the ball was over you were too out of it to go home by yourself.

“I can take her home,” one of your friends said as she saw you leaving with a hot stranger. “Come on let's go!”

Once you were out of earshot of everybody you snatched your wrist away from her and glared at her.

“Why would you do that!” you demanded drunkenly as you pointed a finger at her. “I was about to go home with a hot man and that's not something that happens often and you ruined it!”

“I just saved you from being killed,” she said while getting up in your face. “Earlier tonight a little boy and girl were killed on their way to the ball and that guy had blood on his shoes!”

“What?” you said in disbelief as her statement sobered you up a little.

“Two kids, Daisy, and Eric, were found dead,” she explained slowly so it could sink into your mind. “Do you get what I'm saying now?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled as you walked home. “Thanks for walking with me.”

Once you made it home you walked inside and started getting undressed.

Today has been a lot!

As you were finishing getting dressed you walked over to your front door to make sure that it was locked. After making sure the door was locked up tight you felt someone grab you from behind and press a rag over your nose and mouth.

“Those kids knew too much my love,” you heard the familiar deep male voice say from behind you as you started going unconscious. “But now that I have you I can't let you go!”

[kabr0ztrousers]

Hiii :)))

I’ve been reading your work for a while now and its. so. fricken. good. 🥵🔥🔥 Seriously, you’re great at writing! Love! Also I have a request for you, I know you have a few on the docket but I wanted to send you one for whenever you have time/if you like it! It took me a bit to decide to send one (i was shy..) Anyway

I have sooo enjoyed your minotaur stories and I love the idea of the minotaur farm. I was thinking f/human + m/minotaur. She applies to work at the farm having a secret lust for the beasts and wanting to become a breeder (she doesn’t end up getting hired as one) BUT obvi she ends up getting bred secretly without her bosses knowing 👀 Some edging/orgasm denial and definitely him dominating the hell out of her!! Also knotting and him being in heat would be so hot… Thanks for taking the time to read this!! Again love your work xx

(hopefully will be submitting again so if the 🪽 emoji isn’t taken yet, just know that’s me!) thanks!!! 🖤❤️‍🔥🖤

Hopefully this is the same 🪽 anon I gave that emoji to before, because I saw that ask before this one!

Kabr0z Writes episode 57: Ranch-hand

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: group sex; sharing; mmmf; giving fellatio, including throatfucking; masochism; service top; creampie; size difference; edging; squirting; unprepared anal; hucow mention; alcohol use; coerced alcohol use (kinda); alcohol intox; hair pulling; impact play

A/N: I skirted the line a little here with the CWs, the POV character goes to the location to get aggressively fucked, and I tried to communicate her getting off on hair pulling and impact play, even going so far as to help the first minotaur along. On the other hand, I'm not sure if that'll cross lines for people so that's why you're getting spoiled in the a/n - it's still real good though and I hope you enjoy

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You'd first applied for a job as a cow. You knew the ranch kept human livestock, they weren't the most subtle about it, and you'd had more than enough of the office 9-5. Of course, you didn't get the job. It's not a job you apply for, and it's definitely not something you'd find on anyone's CV.

Whatever. You'd gotten over it and quit your shitty desk job anyway. Who knows, you might be able to make a living selling pictures of your feet. Your phone pinged. An withheld number texted you. No name, just a time and the address of the farm. What did you have to lose?

You knew the way already. The minotaurs who ran the place seemed not to understand the concept of aerial photography, so allowed the women to graze, stark naked, on the field away from the road. Sure, you can't see it as you drive by, but if you know what to look for it really stands out on the LandSat data. The drive wasn't even far, though it's a little strange to be wearing so little on the way. You'd decided to only wear a skimpy nightgown, so your bare legs were sticking to the faux leather seats of your car, to say nothing of the snail trail coming from your slit. It's funny, if you're right, you're going to a life somewhere between monastic ascetic and sexed-up hedonist. Despite hoping to never see your clothes again, you'd still dressed in something you wouldn't care if it got ruined.

You turned off the main road. It's still about a mile of field until the farmhouse, but the road here isn't paved. Your tiny Vauxhall bounced up the path, snaking up switchbacks until halfway up the hill you arrived.

The house isn't large. Despite the three minotaurs living there and working the ranch, the building was about as large as your home (former home) and you wondered how they managed it.

You opened the door of your car. The cold predawn air made your nipples stand on end, pointing out of the almost-translucent fabric of your nightie as you walked barefoot to the door and knocked.

No answer.

Not even a peep. You wished you'd brought your phone to check the text, but knew better than to take a tracker with you to get semi-kidnapped into an illegal fuck-slave ring. That just seemed like a no-brainer. You knocked again.

Still nothing.

You tried the handle.

It opened. You stepped in, the front door went to a vestibule where you wiped your muddy feet before going further into the house.

Now the living room. A couple of well-worn sofas, a pile of beer cans in one corner and the remains of a takeaway littering the coffee table. The kitchen looked to be in a similar state, empty bottles of vodka and other cheap spirits on the counter, the fridge door ajar.

Someone had a good night

You padded up the stairs. The warmth of the house causing your goosebumps to settle down, but your nipples still stood out as you explored the house.

Four doors at the top of the stairs, the bedrooms and the bathroom, each opening onto the windowless landing. You picked at random. Snoring echoed through the upper floor, these minotaurs weren't light sleepers, especially after putting away enough booze to hospitalise a baseline human. You pushed the door, the latch clicking lightly as it opened and the smell of liquor hit you. The minotaur lay in his bed, mostly naked, still clutching a bottle of supermarket-brand whiskey.

You turned, meaning to leave the tiny bedroom, mostly filled with bovine beefcake. A hand grabbed your face. The smell of the liquor and last night's curry filled your nostrils.

"What you doing here?"

"Mmmmph!" You tried to speak through the hand over your mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

The minotaur pulled you into the dark room and forced you back onto his bed. The neck of the whisky bottle was at your face. The hand over your mouth moved, you opened and he poured the cheap spirit into your mouth. Great gulps went down your throat as the rest covered your face. The smell of the alcohol filled your senses, drowning out the smell of the man gripping your face. Your head started to spin as the alcohol hit you, filling you with warmth.

Even semi-hungover, he looked good, and this is why you came here, after all.

You were staring at each other. He looked puzzled. His thumb was next to your mouth. You opened a little wider, letting it slip in as you angled your head to suck on it, tasting the warm liquid on it. Slowly, he was getting the message as you held his hand to your cheek and slid off the bed onto the floor.

You yanked off his boxers, leaving him totally naked in front of you as you knelt on the pile of clothes next to his bed. You looked at his sheath, using one hand to rub it, marvelling as the flared head of his cock rose from it.

You licked the end, kissing it and rubbing your face on it. The hand on your face had softened already, feeling you rather than holding. That wouldn't do. You took his hand gently and put it on the back of your head, curling his fingers into your hair as you bobbed your head. His fist tightened, you felt your cunt twitch as he pulled on your hair.

You took his cock deeper in your mouth. You needed to encourage him a little, but he was pushing you down on it now. You helped him push himself past your throat barrier, forcing the thick cock down past your tonsils, feeling the flare pop in, out, in, out.

One hand juggled his balls, each one the size of a duck egg, the other slipped up your nightgown, one slender finger teasing your leaking hole.

You could hear him groaning, the sound mixing with your lewd slurping and moaning.

A hand banged on the door

"Jim! Turn off the sound! Fuck sake!"

"S'not a video" your minotaur groaned out

"The fuck?" The door opened. Another minotaur stood in the door, looking down at you

You saw him grin. He slipped off his sweatpants and started grasping his sheath, the cock rising in his hand.

They lifted you to the bed. Jim sat in front of you, his cock in front of you, glistening with slime from your throat, a strand of your spittle linking the twitching end with your lips. The other cock was behind you, pressing gently against your cunt. Your arms were being held behind your back, one huge hand keeping both wrists in place. You let your tongue dangle, eyes locked with the minotaur in front of you as both his hands gripped your hair.

The cock behind you sank in. Your eyes crossed

"Oh, yes, give it to me" you moaned

Neither of the minotaurs held back. The one behind you hilted himself in you as your throat was filled again. Every inch of his cock was being used, pulling almost out of your pussy before that flared end slammed back down into you, his hips hitting yours and hammering your face another inch down his brother's cock. Again and again, he pushed you forwards, each time the cock got deeper down your throat. Your eyes watered, the alcohol was keeping your gag reflex down, but he still hurt going this deep. You could feel it in your cunt, oceans of wetness lubricating the cock claiming your nethers. You felt yourself starting to clench, to twitch. You rode his cock even as he abused your hole. You're nearly there...

He pulled out. Your cunt clenched against nothing, the throbbing ache running down your legs and up your belly. Your hands were still pinned to the small of your back as the cock in your throat started to pulse. The one behind you slapped your ass before stuffing three fingers into your cunt, twisting them, massaging your hole as his brother spurted hot, thick, salty cum down your throat. There was so much, if it wasn't for the wide flare sealing your throat off you could feel it would be squirting out of your nose. As it was, you swallowed it down. Your swallows pulled him in further, your body trying to force the foreign object down. He pulled out instead, flare popping out of your mouth as he rubbed the blunt end of his cock on your face, mixing his cum in with your throat slime and tears.

"Gonna take a shower. Give Jack a turn" Jim left the room, sidling past his brother as he kept sliding his fingers in you

"You'd like that, huh? Have all three?" He snarled at you, thumb brushing against your clit

"Please?" You're still drunk, you just wanted to cum all over this beast behind you

"All right then" he snatched his hand away from your cunt, wrapping it around your torso and listed you so you faced him. Your tits pressed on his front as you held on. His cock was at your open cunt. You tried to push it in, but he held it just at the entrance. You rubbed against the tip as he walked to the end of the hall

"Jack! Got a surprise!"

"Fuck off, John!"

John pushed the door open with his back. You saw the last minotaur on the bed. He saw you too

"So that fuckmeat came after all"

"You know this bitch?" John sounded amused, using one hand to slap your ass again as the other pinned you to him "I just thought Jim pulled somehow"

"Yeah, she's a wannabe cow" Jack grabbed a handful of your hair. You whined as he pulled it

"Fuck, if only there was more of her..." His cock was at your asshole now, next to his brother's still grazing the entrance of your cunt "real painslut, aren't you?"

You nodded

He pushed.

Your asshole clenched as the cock forced its way in. John pressed you down, his cock impaling your cunt as the other barged into your unprepared asshole.

The tip slipped in. John fucking you was spreading your juices onto his brother's cock. It wasn't enough to stop it hurting as he forced it up you, but it helped.

Both cocks rubbed against each other, you felt them inside you, driving up as you fell down. The men sandwiched you, keeping you upright, stretched out and stuck on them, legs dangling off the floor as they fucked themselves with you.

Your head spun. The cock in your ass didn't hurt any more, or it did, but it was getting you off so you didn't care. Your moans and whines filled your head, getting closer to the edge as they rutted into you.

"What? You wanna cum" John growled into your ear

"Yes" you whined

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir"

"You gonna be our cumrag?"

"Yes sir"

"Ok then, you can cum"

John grabbed one of your arms, pushing your hand between you and him. Your fingers rubbed your clit. Your eyes streamed as you wailed into his shoulder, cunt squirting onto the floor.

Both of your abused holes clenched and pulsed, the force of your finish milking the beasts as they railed you.

John came first, his cock hardening even more in you as he buried it, hot cum streaming out into your womb as you held each others bodies. You felt Jack slam his hips into your asscheeks, squeezing your hips as his flare expanded in you, seed pumping into your rear.

Both men held you there, enjoying the three-way embrace as they softened in you.

The shower came free, they let you go first on one condition:

You'd move in with them, to do this again and again

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I just realised that if I catch up on Sunday, then that'll be early March... The question is, do I move to Volume 2 on Saturday with the calendar month, or at 60 episodes?

Doesn't make a difference to the day-to-day pornographing, only the contents pages, but it's a decision I wasn't anticipating...