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commandershepardvasfuckit · 19 hours ago

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M!Minotaur x reader

Will eventually be a full nsfw series (reader being courted by Ahanu and another minotaur who are constantly trying to one up each other for the reader’s attention).

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You sniffled as you held the little bird. It had only hatched a few weeks ago but fell from the nest and died. You had been checking on the nest almost daily once you had seen an egg in it, excited to see it hatch and grow up.

Maybe it was silly how upset you were over the bird. Back at home you were often teased for being too soft, for crying too easily, for always taking everything so hard, but you could not help it.

It felt wrong just to leave it on the ground, the little thing deserved more dignity than that. You set it back down and started to dig a hole with your bare hands next to the tree, figuring that was the best you could do for it.

You did not hear the footsteps approaching, nearly jumping out of your skin when suddenly there came a voice.

“And what is it that you’re up to out here on your own?” It was Ahanu, a minotaur hunter here in the village.

He looked over your shoulder, surveying your dirty hands, the hole, and the little bird. “Oh, from the nest you’ve been watching.”

You turned to face him and started wailing and he immediately pulled you into a hug while you waited for him to tell you that you were overreacting.

He was soft and warm, and you melted into his embrace, his steady heartbeat was comforting as you pressed your face against him.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself before speaking, “I know it’s silly, circle of life and all that, it’s just a bird.”

“It’s not silly. You were so excited about it, and a loss of life is always sad, no matter how small” he reassured you. “Instead of burying it why don’t we make a pyre?”

You nodded against his chest. Humans buried their dead, but minotaurs believed that the spirit was trapped on this plane until the body completely returned to the earth, wrapping and burning their dead before spreading the ashes.

“I can gather some wood” you said.

“Why don’t we do this the right way, yeah? It meant a lot to you so why not give it a full funeral?” Ahanu asked.

“That’s too much just for a bird” you muttered.

“No it’s not, this bird meant a lot to you, it deserves to be laid to rest with care.”

Ahanu helped you to your feet and carefully carried the bird back to the village to the earth speaker. You felt embarrassed as he explained to the earth speaker that you needed funerary cloth for a bird, though the speaker treated it solemnly like any other death and without judgement.

Once outside Ahanu lead you to where the pyres were built at the edge of the village and began digging through the wood pile to find enough small sticks to built it. You watched as he took great care choosing the sticks and binding them together to make the little raised platform for the funeral. Once he was satisfied with it he carefully wrapped the bird in the cloth, tucking in the ends and making sure everything was tidy and just so.

The two of you sat on the ground as he finished preparing everything, finally placing the bird on the pyre.

“Great mother of the earth, welcome this spirit back into your embrace, let its ashes return to the earth and nourish those who still live, and bring comfort to those who will miss it. May this fire cleanse any regrets and light the way.”

At this point you were wailing again as he lit the pyre, equal parts for the bird and over the kindness he was showing for you.

He softly rubbed you back as he sat next to you on the ground, never once trying to rush you, just patiently letting you cry it out.

You leaned against him, eyes stinging from crying and nose running. He leaned his head against the top of yours and hugged you, just being a reassuring presence.

“Whenever you’re ready we can gather the ashes, but there is no hurry” he said.

You nodded against his chest, too stuffy and out of breath to really speak.

He helped you spread the ashes around the tree where the nest was, hugging onto you while you cried again.

“Why don’t you come over for lunch?” he offered.

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry” you said.

“That’s just the sadness talking, and you always like my cooking when I bring you food. Come keep me company while I make lunch, it’ll help keep your mind busy.”

You nodded. He was right on all accounts, it did sound nicer to not be alone right now.

#monster fucker #monster lover #teratophillia #terato #monster x reader #look I’m not going to start the full series yet #but ideas get stuck in my head and I have to write them out or it just blocks everything out #so have one of the guys in the poly minotaur series #minotaur #reader x minotaur

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perotovar · 12 hours ago

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limits — a minotaur!joel fic

pairing: minotaur!joel miller x m!oc/reader (unnamed and undescribed) rating: E (18+ mdni) word count: 2.2k content: au, porn with a little plot (but not really), monster fucking, joel is a literal bull-man, he doesn't speak but he understands humans, hentai logic/physics, don't think too hard about how this works physically, unprotected p in a, so much cum (like, a lot), breeding kink, aftercare, tiny bit of dubcon (if you squint), size kink, omegaverse dynamics/rules dividers: by @/saradika-graphics beta: @kedsandtubesocks (ily omg)

summary: so like, imagine a world where bulls evolved to be bi-pedal and can mate with humans, but it's not a common practice. don't think too hard about it, just imagine you're a new farm hand/stable boy and caught the attention of one of those bulls, okay?

written as a part of @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett 's Monster (S)mash challenge (so sorry for how late this is forgive meeee)

“Seein’ as it’s your first day, kid, I should warn ya,” the farmer started, resting an elbow on a bent knee, his foot resting on the fence in front of them. “This time’a year the bulls get a bit… restless.”

The young man blinked, cheeks heating up as he listened. “B-but aren’t they more focused on the cows?”

The farmer laughed, chewing on his tobacco as he watched the cows roam. “Well, sure, but they don’t seem to care much when they get like this. Just gotta put yer foot down and they’ll leave ya be, promise.”

The boy nodded and swallowed around a lump in his throat. He needed this job something fierce so a few horny bulls weren’t going to keep him from that.

“Help me get that hay to the horses, wouldja?”

“Yes, sir.”

Wiping sweat from his brow, the young man smiled down at the work he’d accomplished. He looked to his left and saw the large bull pen. He’d been working on the farm as a hand for a little over a week now and had successfully avoided any unwanted attention so far.

He’d been learning all the animal’s names as well as their personalities and temperaments. Maggie was a lovely cow, a bit of a loner, but sweet as can be. Rex was easily the meanest of all the bulls, and he had to be taken away from the cows pretty often.

But, Joel, well. He was easily the biggest of all the bulls. He was another loner, but in a distinctly different way than Maggie was. He stood at an imposing 9ft tall (horns not included) and had dark, curly fur that covered his whole body. His torso was barrel-shaped and as tough as any leather.

The young man didn’t have much experience working with Joel, that was left to a select few employees on the ranch. Joel didn’t trust many people and whenever breeding season came around, he had to be taken to a secluded area. “Gets downright ravenous, that one,” the farmer had said. “Gotta cycle out the cows so they don’t get too tired.”

The boy had bit his lip in thought when he heard that. According to another hand on the farm, Joel had been the oldest of all the bulls and that was why he got the special treatment. He was the farmer’s favorite, but they didn’t understand why. He was grumpy and stubborn.

The young man wasn’t surprised to hear that, to be honest. The older a bull got, the more ornery they were. That was just the way of things.

“Hey, kid, I’m gonna needja to take care of Joel’s pen for him.”

The young man looked up from his raking and shielded his eyes from the sun. “Oh. Are ya sure?”

“‘Course,” the farmer chuckled. “He’s out back gettin’ a bath, so he’ll need a clean pen to get back to.”

The boy nodded and gulped. “O’course, sir.” The farmer saluted in thanks before taking off to do his own chores.

Exhaling a heavy breath, the young man grabbed a metal bucket, his rake, and some cleaning supplies before heading in the direction of Joel’s pen.

No one would have blamed him for thinking Joel’s pen would look like a tornado blew through, but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.

It was clear where a lot of the rut had been taking place, with a decently sized pile of hay in the corner, but the whole place… reeked. It was musky and heady and thick. The young man wished he’d grabbed some sort of face mask before entering. He’ll probably have to wash his clothes a few times to get the stink out.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, and got to work. There was so much of… Joel everywhere. He hadn’t been around Joel enough to personally know him, but this felt like an invasion of privacy. It looked like any other pen, with a large metal sliding door and roof, but it was clear Joel had marked his territory so no other bull would be caught dead in there.

“Hey, newbie!” Lynn, another hand, greeted cheerfully. Behind her, a large, imposing (and freshly bathed) Joel entered the pen. His big barrel chest heaved heavy breaths, deep eyes locked onto the boy. “Thanks for takin’ care o’ Joel’s pen for ‘im. I’m gonna go find a nice girl for ‘im, I’ll be right back!” She was gone before the young man could respond.

Joel walked closer towards the pile of hay, large snout smelling if things were where they should be. He grunted in approval when he realized his smell was still there.

The young man watched before putting away his cleaning supplies. He stood frozen to the spot, Joel’s intense eyes making it hard to turn his back and leave.

“U-um, I’ll just–” The young man pointed his thumb in the direction of the door to leave, but Joel gripped onto his overalls, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you–?”

Joel lifted him high off his feet and planted the young man’s crotch onto his snout.

“J-Joel! What are you doing?!” He screeched, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Joel ignored him and inhaled the scent deeply, before exhaling a low, very pleased groan. “I’m–! I’m not a cow, I’m not what you want!”

Joel froze and looked the young man deep in the eyes, challenging him. Who was he to know what Joel wanted?

“Um, p-please put me down?” The boy stammered. Just then, his cock stirred in his overalls, betraying him. A twinkle appeared in Joel’s large, dark eye.

Before he knew it, Joel had him bent over a bale of hay with his legs kicked apart. Joel towered over him with a massive paw of a hand keeping his chest pressed to the hay.

“Joel, please,” he whimpered, his body trembling in fear and… perhaps arousal, he really wasn’t sure.

Joel huffed in response, asking what he wanted.

“I don’t– Wouldn’t you prefer a cow over… over me?”

Joel grumbled above him and ripped his overalls down his legs, pressing his large, very hard and leaking cock against the young man’s ass. He rolled his strong hips and groaned in response. Joel’s belly rested on top of the young man’s lower back, so he felt every heavy breath he exhaled.

“I-I guess that answers that question…” He sighed. He hid his face in his arms and whined weakly. “Fine, just… Just do it, okay?”

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned over the young man’s body and lifted his t-shirt, teasing his nipples. A large, thick tongue started probing at the young man’s earlobe, making him shiver in response.

“Oh,” he moaned, his own dick twitching to life between his legs. One of Joel’s large hands moved down to his ass to spread his cheeks and assess what he had to work with. Joel grunted appreciatively and started rubbing the boy’s hole in preparation.

A large glob of spit landed on the sensitive skin, easing the way for Joel’s thumb to pierce through. “Oh, fuck,” the boy gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Joel hummed to himself and gripped his cock in his free hand. He started stroking it slowly before slapping the head against the young man’s cheek, giving him an idea of the size.

“Fuck, is… Is that thing gonna fit?”

Joel snorted before slowly pressing the head inside. It felt like the young man’s entire body was set on fire. He couldn’t feel his own legs beneath him, but he felt the pulsing of his cock throbbing between them. All the air left his lungs at once as Joel’s cock entered him further.

Joel stopped once a large thick ridge toward the base kissed the edge of the boy’s rim. He felt lightheaded, his eyes barely staying open as he adjusted to the full length of Joel’s cock.

“O-oh my god, I’m…” The young man trembled, voice pitched up an octave. “Am I dying?”

Joel made a low noise in his chest and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck and ear. He was… comforting him, letting him take his time. Joel mooed quietly, almost like he was cooing words of praise to the boy. It made him feel like he could breathe again.

The young man rested his head on the bale of hay and tried to look back at Joel. “Okay, I’m… I think I’m okay,” he smiled sheepishly. “Go ahead, Joel.”

Before Joel started moving, one of his hands moved underneath them and covered the young man’s belly. He felt his cock through the skin, bulging through easily. He groaned in appreciation before adjusting his stance. The young man’s feet were hanging high off the floor of the pen like a ragdoll, his overalls still attached messily around his ankles.

Suddenly, as if someone had whistled for Joel to get started, he fucked hard and deep into the boy. The loud, almost comical sound of his heavy balls slapping against the young man’s tender flesh made him go dizzy.

Joel gripped onto his narrow hips and set a punishing pace, rutting into him. He breathed heavily and grunted above the boy, sounding far away.

The young man’s entire body moved back and forth against the hay bale, the scratchy feeling keeping him grounded as he ascended into another plane of existence. He had no idea being stretched so much and fucked so deep could feel so good. He didn’t want this to end.

Just then, Joel decided he didn’t want that position anymore and lifted the young man into the air so his back was pressed to Joel’s barrel chest. The boy moaned loudly, resting his head on Joel’s broad shoulder.

Joel grunted and started using the boy’s body as if he were a fleshlight, lifting and lowering him at a punishing pace. The amount of precome leaking out of the boy’s hole and around Joel’s cock covered their bodies entirely.

“I’m– I’m not going to last long, Joel,” the young man gasped, breath hitching with each powerful thrust. His eyes rolled back as Joel’s cock pummeled against his prostate, making him tremble weakly. The boy’s cock slapped lewdly against his lower stomach, precome splattering everywhere.

The boy’s stomach bulged with Joel’s cock, stretching the skin past its limits. He looked down to watch, mesmerized by the sight. How Joel’s cock fit inside him, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Joel groaned deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He must be getting close.

“C’mon,” the young man whined, turning his head to look at Joel’s face. “Come inside me.”

Joel pushed him back down onto the bale of hay and pushed his cock even further inside. The ridge near the base of Joel’s cock made the boy gasp weakly, gripping onto the hay beneath to ground himself.

Each smack of Joel’s hips against his ass had him letting out weak noises he didn’t even know he could make. Joel’s horns pierced into the hay as he rested his forehead against the boy’s back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the young man chanted. “C’mon, Joel, please,” he whimpered.

If he could see him, he was certain steam left Joel’s snout as he panted and grunted behind him. Joel made a low groan before slamming one last time against the boy’s prostate and came like a geyser inside him.

The boy gasped as he was filled up, coming untouched as he felt Joel’s cock pump inside like a hose. He trembled beneath the bull’s body, screaming into the hay.

Joel exhaled heavily, hands gripped onto the boy’s hips tightly. He moved them slightly and noticed that they’d probably bruise soon. He hummed and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck again, this time as an apology. He slowly pulled out and watched as his come poured out lewdly.

The boy panted hard, his body feeling more empty than it ever had in his life. His stomach felt full, though, which made him look down to see. Joel had well and truly filled him, it seemed. He couldn’t stop the giggle from leaving his body, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Joel climbed onto the bale of hay with him and held the boy close, spooning him comfortingly. He turned the young man’s face and kissed and licked his tears away, mooing praises into his ear. The boy felt like his heart would burst from the tender act and silently cursed whoever called Joel grumpy and mean.

“That was…” He giggled, breathing heavily. “I hope you got what you were looking for.”

Joel grunted in affirmation and held the boy close, one large hand holding his full belly. It dawned on him then that Joel probably thought that he’d just bred the boy.

He didn’t have the heart to tell him it wouldn’t take.

“Sir, I had somethin’ to tell ya,” the boy said the next day, running up to the farmer with a bit more pep in his step.

“What’s that, kid?” The farmer grinned, chewing more tobacco.

“Just wanted to let ya know that I think I cracked ol’ Joel. Think he likes me!”

“No kiddin’? Well, shit, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth! If you’re thinkin’ he won’t mind, you’re welcome to take care o’ his pen for the rest of breedin’ season, then.”

The boy couldn’t stop the wide grin from growing on his face.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x male oc #monster fucker #minotaur #terato #monsterfucker #monsterfucking nsft #oaksfics

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cheesomancer · 2 days ago

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Now it's on the bsky too!

A little sketch to revive myself after work week... Full version + outcome: twitter, bsky

#terato #nsft #monster fucker #monster lover #minotaur

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furalicious2 · 3 days ago

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Minovember Day 30

And thats a wrap for minovember WOOO

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kitthefoxkin · 2 days ago

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Yo!! Could you possibly make a Minotaur/bull moodboard with a theme of the desert? Thanks much!

minotaur/bull alterhuman moodboard with themes of the desert!

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theres-a-body-here · 1 year ago

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Having a Minotaur Boyfriend would be so fucking funny

Like imagine crying on the couch and you hear his thunderous, big body SUV built ass footsteps approach you.

"Baby, what's wrong," he says tenderly as he rubs your shoulder.

You look up to explain how bad your day was with tears in your eyes and you fucking see this:

I made a small drabble based on this

#minotaur #minotaur x reader #minotaur x human #minotaur boyfriend #monsterfucker #monster x human #monster boyfriend #teratophillia

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asparklethatisblue · 2 months ago

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Ariadne of Crete suffers from “what if your baby brother is a slippery beast” disease.

The Minotaur, but make it Moo Deng

#ariadne of crete #asterion of crete #minotaur #moo deng #my art

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golyadkin · 1 year ago

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Sons Of The Labyrinth or The Things Our Fathers Do To Us

#tentatively unprivating to post this...might have to private again if the bots attack #death //#icarus #minotaur #daedalus #comics #greek mythology #pulled out my old classic greek myths book to go over the mythology for this and man...#daedalus was kind of a piece of work huh #art tag

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omagpies · 2 months ago

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The Minotaur of Cretes

posted a month ago on my Patreon, original text by @pigswithwings can be found here 💗 I started this one last December and then couldn’t touch it for many months until finally it just kind of happened. it means a lot to me to this day 💗

✅ you are welcome to: crop the images for banners/pfps (with credit); create voice overs w/o AI

❌ you may not: repost to other platforms w/o permission; create voice overs with AI; create NFTs

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#digital art #comics #artists on tumblr #comic #minotaur #omagpies #my art

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monstersflashlight · 2 days ago

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Commission for Inês

Request: Hii, I just really need more of the Minotaur (Ambrose) x fem!reader story. You have complete creative liberty, just keep their personalities as they are. Thank you so much!!!

A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for commissioning, it means a whole lot. I want to let you know that with this commission you not only made me happy but the anon who requested the first and second story was VERY happy about it. Hope you enjoy it!

Movie night

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || pet play, edging, cock-warming, degradation, humiliation (light), size kink, dirty talk

You were just walking through the living room when Ambrose called you over. “Come here,” he ordered.

You looked at him confused, you were busy, you had the basket on your arms, couldn’t he see that? “What? I have laundry to do,” you told him, your brain focusing on a thousand different things you had to do.

“You look stressed. I’ll do it later, come here,” he repeated, this time with more force behind his words. There was a spark of desire in his eyes, and your knees were already turning jelly just by being stared like that.

“But laundry…” You tried to argue, but already setting the basket down as you walked towards him.

“Are you trying to be a brat right now, sunshine?” He teased, his hands grabbing your hips when you were close enough, dragging you to his body until you were pressed firmly against his hard chest.

“I- Not really. Should I?” You were extra confused, your brain was a bit overwhelmed, too much stuff to do, too much work.

“You are completely oblivious to the world, you know that?” He told you, his face soft and tender. “Now, now. You are going to be a good pet and sit on my cock as we watch a movie and relax,” he put emphasis on that last part and you blushed. His words made your pussy tingle, instantly reacting to the prospect of getting fucked.

“And what if I don’t want to?” You responded, your inner brat raising to attention instantly. You tried to play cheeky and hard to get, but both of you knew you were down hard for his cock.

He chuckled, kissing your forehead in a tender gesture. It was such a contrast with his sexy attitude that you were thrown off for a second. “Then we’ll do it either way but you’d be wearing a gag during. And I know how much you like to talk during movies, sunshine.”

You did like to comment stuff, but you were about to talk back just because you knew there was no way you were going to focus enough in the movie to comment shit. If you sat on his cock, you would only be thinking about him inside of you, you didn’t even care what movie he chose. But bratting came before cock.

“A gag? Really? Weak…” You said, your eyes traveling down his body and fixating on his cock. You tried to grab it, but he stopped you midair, laughing.

“Ts, ts, ts… Such a bad pet. I’m going to fuck the brat out of you,” he promised.

“Bring it, Ambrose,” you dared.

He moved so fast you barely registered it, but before you could process it, you were naked and he tore off your soaked panties. “Open,” he ordered as you pressed your lips together. He chuckled and grabbed your face, pressing against your cheeks until you opened your mouth and he stuffed your broken panties inside. “Now you look a lot better, like the slut you are.” You shivered at his words. You blushed, trying to look down in embarrassment, your pussy tingling with its own heartbeat.

He manhandled you until you were sitting back against his erection, your back to his front, facing the TV. He didn’t let you move, he only pressed down your pussy against his dick, entering you slowly, so, so slowly you were a mess by the time he was only halfway in.

You begged and cried out his name, asking for more, but he only chuckled, slapping your ass cheek hard. You were so focused on the sting on your ass, you gagged around the panties when he lowered you in one go, burying himself to the hilt. Your cries were muffled by the fabric in your mouth, and your drool was making them a mess. He felt so big inside of you, always so big... your eyes rolled back into your head.

“You are so eager to be a slut, aren’t you, pet? You were begging to be filled and now that you got what you asked for, you are only drooling over your gag. What a pathetic little pet.” His tone was harsh and degrading, making your whole body burn with desire and pent up frustration. You wanted to bounce back, to move your hips, but he was holding you still. “Be a good pet and stay still as I put on the movie,” he ordered.

But as soon as he removed his hands from your hips to reach for the remote, you pulled up and down in a fast swallow pace, rolling your lips and groaning around the panties in your mouth. It felt so good… But you didn’t get much fun before he slapped your ass so hard you jumped on his lap, making both of you groan at the movement.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Such a greedy little slut wanting to get fucked more than she wants to obey…” You whined at his words, trying to move your hips again. “I said no. Now, stay still, you like this movie.”

And just like that he was holding you to his body, unable to move even a fraction as he watched the movie and commented some of the parts he liked. You tried to focus on his words, on the movie… But you couldn’t. You could only feel his big cock inside your pussy, stretching you to almost your limit. You could feel his heartbeat inside of you, the pressure of his shaft against your G-spot…

You were going mad with pent up need.

Halfway though the movie, he put his hand around your neck and pulled your head back until he could stare into your eyes. “Now, now, sunshine… Do you think you deserve to come?” You nodded vehemently, tears filling your eyes as every little word out of his mouth moved his body so very lightly that you could feel it inside of you. “Awww, such a pathetic little pet all eager to cum, such a slutty human for my minotaur cock.” A single tear left your eye and he licked it off, laughing at your reaction. “Okay, pet, you deserve an orgasm. You are going to take those little fingers and rub your pretty clit until you are coming around me. If you move your hips or try to fuck yourself on my cock there will be consequences, are we clear?” You nodded, and he took pity on you and pulled the soaked panties out of your mouth. “Words, sunshine.”

“Yes. Yes. Please, anything, Ambrose, please… I’ve been good, please.” You were incoherent, your need to come so big you couldn’t form any thoughts away from it.

He kissed the side of your head and guided your hand to your dripping pussy. “Such a pretty pussy, so wet and gushing for me…”

You started a frantic pace, rubbing your clit until you were on the edge of an orgasm. You almost thought he was going to stop you from reaching it, but you had been good, you had been still as he watched the movie… You rubbed faster, getting yourself there in less than a minute.

You came around him as he grunted, your pussy convulsing around his length still buried inside of you. You lost control of your body, thrashing against him as he embraced you against his chest.

When you came back to the land of the living, he pressed you tighter against his chest, holding you still as he started fucking up to your oversensitive pussy. You cried out, it was too much, too raw, but he didn��t care. And your brain was melting because of the pleasure.

“Take it. Take it like the good slut you are. I’m going to breed you so deeply you are going to be leaking for days,” he grunted against your ear, making you see stars behind your closed eyes as you moaned his name. “I love when you moan my name like that, so fucked out, your pussy is so tight and wet… made for me.”

His words drove you into another dimension, your second orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave as he groaned your name against your ear, his hips pistoning in and out of you like a madman as you came around him. By the time he released his cum inside of you, you had come two more times and your body couldn’t hold itself anymore. You were pliant against his chest as he filled you to the brim.

“Well, now we know I can fuck the brat out of you,” he joked as you melted against his body, sleep claiming you.

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