#monster fuqqer

[monstersflashlight]

Magic dick

A/N: It's been a while since I posted something non-request or commissioned, so here. Also, what’s more romantic than a glory hole?

Non-identified monster x fem!reader || glory hole, free use (kinda?), oral sex, dirty talk

Ending Valentine’s Day on a monster club isn’t what you were expecting, but definitely welcomed. The dance floor is great, and you talked and almost humped a couple monsters. You are keyed up and ready to ask one of them to bring you home for the night, but when your friend asks for a bathroom break, you follow her.

That’s when you see it.

There’s a door at the back, a black door with only one sign in the front that says “Let a magic dick decide your destiny”. You turn to your friend with a smile, she’s already shaking her head.

“No,” she cuts your overexcited self. "Let's go, come on," your friend says, pulling you away from the door. But you dig your heels on the floor.

"Dude, come on! It says Let a magic dick decide your destiny. We need to try it!" You know it’s very unlikely she would say yes, but you want to. You want to end your Valentine’s on a high note, and what a better note than a monster dick.

"I don't wanna try a magic dick," she says, almost exasperated.

You look at her, clasping your hands and begging her: "But I do! Come on, pleaseee!" You try to sound as annoying as possible.

"Ugh, okay, I'll wait here. Go in, have fun, if you aren't out in 30 min I'm coming in, though." She rests her back against the wall and takes her phone out, dismissing your very happy-self.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you say as you kiss her cheek loudly and open the door.

Your excitement and anticipation can’t barely keep up with the instant joy that fills your insides. You don’t have time to process why do you feel like that, though.

At the other side there’s a colorful wall with all kinds of genitals painted in pastel colors: human, monster, alien, robot… There’s so many and in so many shapes and colors that it looks almost cozy, like something you could see in a Monstagram post or something. But you don’t focus on that for very long, because in the middle of all of that, there are three holes… and one of them is occupied.

It’s in a pretty combination of purple and green, and it has ridges under the tip, forming almost a crown that looks like it could drive you into oblivion if they rubbed against your G-spot. You lick your lips, your mouth salivating at the idea of tasting him. You don’t know what kind of monster he is, but you can almost picture him with his head thrown back and maybe… maybe horns. Yeah, you’d like if he had horns.

You approach slowly, measuring your steps so he’s at least surprised when you touch him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He starts cursing as soon as you wrap your hands around his shaft.

You aren’t expecting such strong reaction, but it ignites something inside of you that drives you a bit insane with desire. You always preferred partners that were vocal, and the monster on the other side of the wall definitely is.

He’s so big, bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen before, and it’s making you all kinds of hot and bothered. “Hi there, I hope you don’t mind if I help myself here,” you tell the monster, not expecting him to say anything else, but being surprised when he does.

“Are you... who are you?” He sounds choked out, almost as if he’s holding back already and you have only touched him.

“A human,” you simply say, amusement clear in your voice. You don’t know much about glory hole etiquette, but asking for somebody’s identity is probably not it.

He takes a deep breath, sniffing the air audibly. “You smell… Fuck, you smell so good.” He groans, as if your smell is good enough to give him pleasure. His dick twitches in your hand, and well… Maybe your arousal is clear to him? You aren’t sure, but you don’t really mind it, you want to suck his cock and get out of there.

You chuckle, not the first time somebody said that to you tonight. “You can smell me from there?” You ask back, spitting on his dick and using it as lube as he whimpers pitifully.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” You go faster, your hands working in tandem over his shaft as he bulks against the thin wall.

The sounds he’s making are desperate, and you can feel your pussy tingling as you fall to your knees in front of the hole. You think about saying something, but you end up just leaning forward and taking his tip on your mouth, your tongue softly touching the ridges at the crown until he’s begging you to take him deeper, to move faster, until he’s crying so loud you are sure even the people on the dance floor can hear him. But you don’t even care about it.

You only care about the dick in your mouth and the pathetic sounds he’s making, bulking against the wall as if he’s trying to get as far as possible down your throat. But he can’t. You have all the power, and that excites you. That drives your desire higher and higher until you are drenched and your clit is mirroring the pulses of your heartbeat.

“You are great. Fuck. You are doing perfect. You are perfect. Such a pretty mouth, such good tongue over my shaft. Holy fuck…” He’s chanting all kinds of nonsense, but you don’t answer, too busy swallowing around the shaft in your mouth. You hum a response, making the monster groan very loudly. “Goddess, darling, that feels so good…” His voice breaks in another groan, one that makes your insides twitch and your free hand travels down.

You rub your clit over your panties, thanking the universe for wearing the cute little dress that allows you to touch yourself easily. “Are you touching yourself? Fuck, that’s so hot! Get yourself there, darling, please.” You don’t even question how he knows, but knowing he’s aware of your hand in your panties makes you swallow around him, groaning around his shaft. “Finger that pretty pussy for me. Make yourself come with my dick in your mouth.” His words are exhilarating, you’ve never been with somebody who didn’t make dirty talk sound corny, but good damn it if he isn’t helping you out with that dirty mouth.

You do as he says, rubbing your clit at the same time you jerk him off, your mouth too little to take all of him, not even half. He doesn’t seem to care, cursing and screaming for the Goddess as you drive him crazy with your mouth and hand. You push two fingers inside your welcoming pussy, rubbing the heel of your hand against your clit.

The combined sensation between your hand and the cock in your mouth is enough to make your eyes roll back into your head, the symphony of your mixed moans ascending you to heaven. Your back and knees hurt, but you don’t care, you can’t care. You are so close. So, so close…

“I’m… I’m coming. Goddess, fuck. Holy fuck. Come with me, darling, please, let me smell your orgasm…” His words mean nothing, but they are enough to drive you over the edge.

You clench around your fingers at the same time he screams and your throat is filled with his seed. He tastes sweet, almost like pie (the joke in there isn’t missed). You hum around his shaft until he’s begging and crying out, pulling back as you smile and run your tongue over your lips, catching the last drops of his release. You lick your own fingers as you get up, humming happily and sated.

“Wait there,” he grunts across the wall, the dick disappearing completely as you wipe your mouth and get your dress down.

You chuckle, walking to the door and opening to find your friend looking over your shoulder. You turn around just in time to see a very big, very scary purple and green monster barreling down the hallway, dick still wet and hanging out his open pants.

Turns out the magic dick could predict who would be your soulmate, and nobody was expecting for you to be the mate of the dick in question… Not even him.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Your naga boyfriend has a weird kink. He loves when you're at the public pool with only a few adults around you. He loves getting you into the water and cornering you somewhere close enough to other humans, enough for his adrenaline to warm up his cold blood. Then he dives and twists himself around you. He can stay underwater for a long time and you cannot. Especially since you will start breathing quicker and quicker as he pushes away your swimsuit bottoms and starts licking your pussy. You can't move or get out, his heavy body trapping you underwater, and you can only pray for other people not to hear or see your blushing face. When he gets particularly evil, he will push the tip of one of his cocks inside you while the other will rub against your clit. All you can do then is silence your orgasm or pretend you are having an extremely fun time at the pool.

[fizzymischief]

Imagine slut training but with different monsters. Each one teaching you something different so you can become the perfect fuck toy the perfect flashlight for anyone and everyone to use

18+

DNI minors

Vampire trainer: they help you to get off from pain they scratch and slap but your favourite thing is when they bite deep into your shoulder while squeezing your chest the feeling of their teeth deep into you drinking your blood you know it’ll leave a deep purple and red mark on your shoulder. After a few weeks of training, you’re able to cum from their brutal treatment alone the pleasure shot through you. After those sessions you always felt light headed from the intensity of your orgasm and the slight blood loss.

Werewolf trainer: you’ve always struggled with anything knotted you can barely take the knotted toys they tested on you. You thought your teacher would be kind but you found yourself tied down with your ass in the air. At first he was somewhat gentle he’d grind his knot against your hole getting you more used to the idea of it being deep in you but after a few sessions, he couldn’t resist how tight and warm it was inside so he toyed with you pumping quickly in and out making sure his knot was fully pushed in. The quick pace made your hole make a sloppy popping sound and while it was overwhelming and nearly painful you loved it too much knowing your teacher was crazy for your body.

Orc trainer: you felt afraid when you first had an orc as your teacher they staggered over you and their dicks looked larger than your former and thicker too you had no idea how something like that would fit in you but he made sure to take his time picking you apart. His favourite position was standing up and holding you like a fleshlight he loved the sounds you’d make as he stuffed everything inside of you. It was impossible to form a thought when he was that deep in you his dick pushed every thought out but left a lovely bump on your stomach. Sometimes you’d be bent over a high counter with your feet not touching the floor and he’d use you like the slut you where made to be making sure to stuff you round after round with him cum making sure to keep a slut like you satisfied and stuffed full

[kabr0ztrousers]

Love your work, new fan but big fan, I have an Idea for a centaur x fem criminal story

Basically she has a bounty on her head and can't go through the city gates to escape, a centaur offers her a way out, but she has to be strapped to his underbelly while he wears a centaur sized robe/coat/whatever to get past the guards.

Also she has to take her armor off so theres no sound of chainmail to give them away, so she's totally nude under there, nothing between her bare pussy and the centaurs cock. Which was exactly what the centaur wanted all along ;3

Kabr0z Writes episode 51: Daring Escape

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: dubcon; noncon; size difference; belly-riding; creampie; implied impregnation; cum inflation

A/N: This one looks like fun! I always love a centaur being involved, especially when I can make them as downright unpleasant as Hellenic myth depicts them.

They're meanies.

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The job went near flawlessly. You broke into the castle, cased the joint, got to the war room and learned which routes the army would be travelling. Once the rebellion gets that, they'll have the King by the balls and finally turn the tide. One problem: they saw your face on the way out. Now you're here, in a stinking cistern, propping up a thieves' guild bar. A head full of priceless intel, that you can't risk getting out, only a dwindling handful of copper to your name, and no way out of the city gates.

You could try sneaking out over a wall, but the wards would stop that short. Maybe try sneaking into a grain carriage? You shook your head, no faster way to get a spear thrust through you. You motioned for another drink. You're dead if you stay, dead if you try to leave. You might as well be dead with a bellyful of whatever pigswill grog they serve here.

A man sat on the stool next to you and spoke "Ever heard of the Wizard Porthos?"

The sign, you knew the response "He rules over Doissetep"

The man nodded, and got up. A piece of parchment lay where he was sat. You palmed it, casually finished your drink and went to an alcove, looking like just another drunk going for a piss.

The light was horrible here, but the enchanted ink glowed ever so subtly: "Seek the hunter under the moon"

You had another round, then left the cistern. It was already night out, but this wasn't the moon you needed. Picking your way across the city you found it. The temple of Luna. Empty at this time of night but for a figure, shrouded in dark. You slid through the door, chainmail clinking gently as you padded in on soft-soled shoes. Your turn to speak this time. "Ever heard of the Wizard Porthos?"

The figure rose. A centaur, the shape of a bow slung across his broad back. "He rules over Doissetep"

You relaxed. Either this centaur was in the resistance, or the whole operation had huge problems

"I hear you need a hand getting out of the city? I'll help, but it won't be easy, or particularly dignified"

You nodded at the centaur. What could you do but hear him out?

"I have a sealskin, when the weather looks bad I wear it. It comes down to about my knees"

You could see where this was going "So you strap me to your belly, and we just walk out?" It was genius in its way. Centaurs hate passengers at the best of times, so checking underneath one's cloak for a fugitive just seems silly. Hopefully the guards would have the same thought process, and even if they didn't, you'd have a four hoofed companion to help run you out of danger.

"One snag though. I heard your armour when you walked in, that'll only be worse when you're under me. I can get it smuggled out separately, but it won't be on you."

"I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes" you weren't supposed to be in the city more than a couple of hours, so luggage wasn't a consideration, besides, travelling light made more sense in the wilderness.

"So you'll be naked. Suck it up, Buttercup. And get some sleep, you've got a big day tomorrow."

You couldn't afford not to take his offer. Laying down next to him, you got as much rest as you could.

It was raining the next morning, the cold predawn light seeping in through the windows. The man from the cistern was there, carrying several loops of rope, a hessian sack and a sealskin. Everything you'd need.

You started to strip. Months in the resistance had beaten any bashfulness out of you, and so you didn't mind the two men seeing your naked body. You could still feel their eyes on you, your boyish hips, slim waist, small tits, not to mention your long, muscular limbs. You glared at them as you stood in the chilly air, feeling your nipples harden in the cold as they started fastening ropes around the centaur's chestnut-furred torso

At last it was time for the finishing touches. You, then the sealskin to hide everything.

"Face up or down?" The cistern man looked over at you "I reckon down, it's a little less comfortable on the limbs, but you won't have a faceful of fur."

You nodded. You've never done this before, but if smuggling resistance members was these people's trade, they probably knew that they're about. Climbing under the centaur you allowed yourself to be tied into place.

The ropes were rough, and itched as they strung around you. Your arms were bound backwards, bent to follow the contours of the equine body, your legs open and lifted behind you, knees bent and ankles secured above. The rest of you was held on with loops of rope, keeping you tight to the centaur and taking some weight off your limbs.

Finally came the sealskin. It hid you entirely, padding disguising your silhouette and the skirts preventing you seeing anything but the flagstones below you.

You heard the cistern man say something to the centaur, but couldn't hear what. They both laughed then the centaur started to walk. He wasn't wrong about your armour. Even trussed up as tight as you were to the horse belly, you were being fiercely shaken. Chain would have been so noisy you might as well have given yourself up.

So you watched the cobbles pass below you. The sound of the rain echoing in your ears as it got heavier. At least you were staying dry under here.

You noticed something. Hanging down from between the centaur's back legs. You stifled a gasp to look at it, his huge semi-hard member dangling down. It swung to and fro with the movement of the trotting centaur, occasionally rearing up to be perilously close to your vulnerable crotch. You could smell it. The warm, tangy scent of his unsheathed member invading your nostrils, moistening your lower lips. It wasn't going down. It gathered length with every swing.

It swung up, pressing against your cunt. Again and again. It pressed hard against the entrance. You felt yourself moving, the centaur was shaking himself, shimmying you down. The expertly tied knots allowing you to slide towards his crotch, cinching tighter and stopping you going the other way. Little by little the flare of his cock was pressing harder and harder against your opening, the steady trickle of precum lubing your hole.

It went in. You stifled a yelp. Who knows what was around you, alerting a guard would be lethal.

Still, the shaking pressed you down. Inch by inch the cock pushing in, your cunt not having a choice but to accept it. You bit your tongue, desperate to stay silent as the cock twitched and pulsed in you. You could feel the flare on the end growing, pressing outwards inside you.

The centaur's chest tightened. His cock stiffened and his hips bucked. Hot liquid started flowing into you in waves. The flare held it in as your womb filled. He stayed hard. You could feel it stuck in you. The flare was receding, but the thickness of it let the cum inside.

You shuddered, the feeling of fullness was sending waves of pleasure up your body. The taste of blood filled your mouth as you bit down harder, cutting your tongue on your teeth, desperately trying not to moan.

Voices "Off out today, are we?"

"Hunting. I expect to be back before nightfall"

"Damn poor weather for it"

The cock pulsed in you again. You clenched your body against the urge to moan

"Best time for it. Scent doesn't travel as well in the rain"

"Very well. Wait here."

Another twitch of your cunt, another throb of that cock. Every time you moved, it moved. Every time it moved, your cunt clenched on it. You could feel your eager body trying to milk the huge cock inside you, even as you desperately tried to think of something, anything else.

You ran over the battle plans in your head. The cock throbbed, and you couldn't focus. You planned your travel once you got away. The centaur shuddered, and your thoughts became phallic. You tried to remember the faces of your family back home. Your cunt clenched. The flare surged outwards. Again, cum flowed into you. You felt your skin stretching. The cock plugging you stopped it flowing out. Your belly grew slightly, over-full of hot equine cum.

The centaur's orgasm passed, and the flare receded again. He still wasn't moving, waiting as the guards checked and double checked his papers.

You could feel your belly pushing, trying to force the excess cum out. It was going to start leaking out, if it pooled on the ground, the guards might check under the sealskin.

You didn't have a choice.

You clenched your jaw. Squeezing your cunt as tightly as you could, you rocked your hips. You could hear yourself starting to pant with exertion, you hoped the guards couldn't over the rain. You felt the cock throb and twitch in you, but it had already came twice. It was in danger of going soft, pulling out as it did. You couldn't let that happen.

You quickened your pace, rolling your hips up and down, clenching strategically. You fucked him hard, rubbing the engorged head of his cock against your cervix. His back hoof was clopping on the ground. You could feel his cock thicken. It was nearly there. The flare expanded again

"All in order, you can go"

The centaur staggered on. Steps as regular as he could manage while riding the cusp of pumping another load into you. The cobbles gave way to dirt path. You heard him grunt loudly above you.

He came less this time, but it was still enough to push your belly out further. You allowed yourself a moan, taking deep, racking breaths as the last of the centaur's cum was forced in.

On he walked, the cock softening and dropping out, followed by a jet of cum pouring from your cunt. It left a trail on the road behind you, a thick puddle on the already sodden ground

You made it to the rendezvous with the man from the cistern, who cut your ropes.

You fell to the muddy ground. Limbs tingling as feeling returned.

"She give you any trouble?"

"No" the centaur replied "she knew what was good for her, even got desperate enough for it to get me off all on her own"

They laughed as they walked off together. You lay there, oozing. Your kit was piled in the grass next to you, probably minus whatever money you had.

At least you got out

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As we approach the end of February and volume 1 of Kabr0z Writes, I remind you all that commissions are free and open, just be aware there is a queue, so it may be some time until you see your request.

Most people send requests anonymously, so do feel free to send as many as you like! (I'm also loving how many people are sending in requests for bad things to happen to the Chitinids. I'm so happy I've made villains people love to hate ♥️)

[lyonnerileyauthor]

hey if you ever want some really weird shit from me, I did this short story where a bone daddy comes to earth on Halloween night to claim his new queen and they do a wholesome little murder together.

he also fucks her with a magical jelly cock. yes, he still has a tongue, and he knows how to use it.

art by Rowan Woodcock

[thevampyre333]

Pick a color get a fantasy monster scenario~

❤️💙💜💚

❤️- You come across a towering hairy beast with a thick red knot and long fingerlike claws at the end of each arm. It growls deep from within its chest and you find yourself frozen in the clearing. In an instant it’s large hands are tearing your clothes free, leaving you bare. It firmly pushes you onto the soft, mossy forest floor as it’s gargantuan tip teases your slick folds. With one hand it grabs hold of your hair and pulls and with the other it grabs your waist and pulls you onto its cock.

💙- when you had played with the ouji board at the party last night you hadn’t thought much of it…however, the next morning when you woke tied to the bed in thick silk ties. Your struggles were futile as the handsome figure slipped into the dimly lit bedroom. The horns atop his head curled into a cute V shape that almost touched the ceiling. He takes him time stripping his clothes and showing off his girthy, pointed cock. It’s covered in little nubs and swells of flesh which are hot to the touch as he rubs it against your leg. He climbs into the bed sensually, letting his dark curly hair fall into his face as he admires you. He ruts between your thighs getting you used to the size and the texture as his hands grope all over. You’re soaked by the time he pushes in, the textured shaft stretching you wider than you’ve ever been stretched before.

💜- You thought a trip to the docks around midnight had been a grand idea until something had wrapped around your ankle. Whatever it was had been strong as it had pulled you under in a rush. It fitted a large air sack over your mouth and nose, allowing you to breath easily as it drug you down to the very bottom of the lake. In those murky depths its many tentacle like appendages explored you all over. They forced you to cum over and over as they touched every sensitive spot from head to toe. It didn’t stop until you went unconscious. You woke the next morning completely naked on the lake’s shore.

💚- you had heard many rumors of the creature which lived in the cave near the edge of the forest. You never thought you’d encounter it until you did. It was almost twice your size with a tail so long it drug the floor behind it. You watched mesmerized as it swished about, its green and orange scales shimmering in the sunlight which steamed in through the cracks in the cave wall. It’s reptilian eyes bored into you as it slithered closer, clawed hands reaching out to gently caress your thighs. The lanky creature let out a menacing hiss as it guided you further into its den. That long flexible tail found its way between your legs, rubbing you there through your clothes as its hands worked on removing them. Deep in the lizard’s den it pinned you down and worked on stretching both holes around its hempenes.

[ash-rigby]

TIME TO RANDOMIZE YOUR GENITALS

Based on this post. Reblog and tag what you got on the wheel! In the event this breaches containment; I'm a monsterfucker so be warned that a good chunk of these reflect that.

[davinawritings]

How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat

Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging

- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.

- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.

- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.

- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.

- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.

- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.

- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.

Expanded Story For Demon Husband Can Be found Here And On Patreon

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[beastsoulart]

The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤

Monster X Human

[rs-hawk]

You get a pet tentacle as a "gag gift" for your birthday. You have no idea why your friends thought the little mass with a tentacle would make you laugh, but it didn't. Of course though, you don't want to be mean to it, so you take it home, trying to make it comfortable. You don't understand that by taking it home, now it thinks you've chosen it as your mate.

Once you're asleep, it expands, filling your bedroom with all of its tentacles. The first one to reach you has a plant like appendage, which spritzes you with an aphrodisiac that will also help you properly incubate its eggs. You groan, wiping the droplets from your face. There's already a hot pulsing between your legs. Without thinking much about it, still being half asleep, you kick off your blanket, eager fingers rolling your clit and stuffing into your hole.

Your tentacle pet stops to watch you, excitement building within it. Its mate is putting on a show for it! You must really want it! After a few moments, it can't stand it anymore. Two more tentacles reach for you, attaching to your nipples. That's when you start to realize what's going on, but you're so desperate now for release and to be stuffed you're almost crying.

Its suckers suck and pull on your nipples, making you moan and whimper. More tentacles wrap around your arms, pulling your hands away from your dripping hole. You let out a tiny whine of protest. The tentacles spread your cunt wide, looking at you clench around nothing, your wetness soaking your bed. Its breeding tentacles pulsing already.

You start to whine and beg for it to fuck you, wiggling your hips as more tentacles restrain you, making sure you're secure. Finally, one starts sucking on your clit, making you cum almost instantly. Despite your finish, your cunt is still eager to be stuffed and filled.

"Please, please," you beg it, lifting your hips up slightly.

Your pet is more than happy to comply, stuffing a thick tentacle into your eager hole. A moan escapes from your lips, your eyes half lidded from pleasure. It thrusts in and out of you, slowly depositing eggs directly into your womb. It doesn't even matter to you as you feel the weight in your body. You just need the tentacles to keep pleasuring and fucking you.

[satansdirtiestangel]

Nsfw. Monster fucker mood again :)

Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.

He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for anon

A/N: This is very niche kink, and I regret nothing. It’s okay to pass this one if you don’t think this is your jam, but you never know when you are going to unlock a new kink...

Cow cosplay

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || hucow fantasy, kink discovery, degradation (lowkey), overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding

It all started as a joke.

You were watching a movie and he was jokingly teasing your nipples, making you giggle as he latched onto one of them as he pinched the other. You moaned between laughs, his fingers tickling your side. He was sucking so hard your panties were about to melt, but the amusement was in the air, so you didn’t think twice before joking about it.

“Ambrose, if you keep sucking like that, milk is going to come out.” The second the words were out of your mouth, he stopped. Completely. It was like he froze in place. You looked down and saw him carefully releasing your nipple, looking up at you with confusion. “What? What happened?” He was almost pale, like deer caught in headlights.

He looked away from you, putting your shirt down and staring at the TV, his head clearly very far away. “Nothing. Nothing… Let’s continue, you wanted to watch this movie.” His excuses were flimsy at best, and you started to feel worried that you said something wrong, your brain already spiraling.

“Are you okay?” You asked, anxiety raising inside your chest.

He turned to look at you and smiled softly, kissing your forehead. “Yes, yeah. I’m fine.” It made you feel better, but you still didn’t think he was telling the whole truth.

It took you three days to understand what made him react like that. He… He liked it. He liked that you said that. He liked the idea of him milking you. Of drinking your milk… Oh. Now so much more made sense. How he reacted when you first suggested getting a cow printed bikini, how he almost giggled and blushed when you wore those cow ears back during Halloween…

He had been into that all along, and you didn’t know.

You weren’t even sure he knew before that day. You discovered him a new kink! You tried not too be too smug about it, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading through your face, a new idea already forming.

You walked back into your room, trying not to step in any cat toys that the kittens had left around (which they usually did), and picked the bikini and a tiny apron you bought for… reasons. You tried them on and twirled a bit in front of the mirror, feeling yourself. And then you dig the cow ear headband from the bottom of your drawer, completing the look and making your inside twist in anticipation.

He was so going to love it.

You were pacing in the room, moving up and down trying to burn some of the anticipation inside of you. You even played with yourself for a bit, but decided against continuing on that path because you wanted Ambrose to be there to play with you.

So when you heard him opening the door and calling out for you, your heart skipped a beat. “Sunshine? Where are you?”

“In the room!” You screamed, trying not to let your nervousness and anticipation make your voice waver.

He walked into the room and stared at you with an open mouth. Literally open mouth. He was looking up and down your body over and over, like he was scanning every inch available to his eyes until he took his fill. But he wasn’t saying anything. He was staring, and staring, and staring… Until you started to fidget with the hem of your apron, self-conscious.

“I- I thought… I know you have a hucow kink and I thought we could explore it? You don’t like it?” You asked in a low tone, cursing yourself internally.

“What? Fuck. You look… Fuck. You look good enough to eat, sunshine. Fuck.” You giggled, reassured he not only liked your gift but he was cursing more than normal. More cursing meant he was less in control, and less in control always meant you were on for a great time.

He walked to you like a monster on a mission, stopping mere inches away from your body, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. You were shivering on your feet, so ready to be debauched that you didn’t know how to act anymore.

But then he started talking and everything in your brain flew away. “You want to be my personal hucow? Is that it? Do you want to be my human pet and let me milk your precious tits until you are dry?” You whimpered pathetically, his hands finding your boobs and tearing the fabric over them. “Would you let me do that, sunshine? Would you let me suck your tits until they are leaking and then fuck you until you are so full of my come your stomach gets distended?” You groaned at the mental image he created.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please, Ambrose… Yes to all that.” As soon as your consent was there, he was lowering his body until he was on his knees in front of you, his head at tit level as he started to suck you like you were indeed going to produce milk if he sucked hard enough.

You threw your head back, screaming his name as your legs trembled under you. He pulled you up, throwing you on the bed and following shortly behind, not bothering taking off his clothes, his sole focus were your boobs.

“I’m going to make you produce milk. I’m going to make you my hucow,” he kept mumbling.

He kept sucking your nipples, playing with the barbells like his life depended on it. Your whole body was reacting to his ministrations, you felt like every cell in your body was attuned with his tongue on your boobs, his fingers pinching your free nipple until you were nothing but a mess of desperation and panting as he rutted his dick over your still clothed pussy.

You couldn’t stop begging, the combined sensation of his fingers and his mouth was the best kind of edging and you needed him. You needed him ASAP. “Please Ambrose. Pleaseeeeee. Fill me. I need you, please. I need you deep inside. Fuck your hucow, please.” The second the word hucow was out of your mouth, he was grunting like a desperate monster, pushing his hips into yours like he was about to burst his pants with the force of it.

He fumbled with his pants, ripping the fabric in half as he pushes your panties to the side…

And he was fully inside.

The spark of pain was nothing compared with the incredible pleasure that filled your senses as he rutted into you. You’d never heard him being that quiet during sex, he was always talking, always teasing, but it felt like he was more feral than ever. His thrusts were uncoordinated, and he kept grunting and moaning against your boobs, biting and sucking on your nipples, driving you insane with each pull.

It was like you were nothing but a toy, it was like he was using you like his personal hucow for real, and that drove you into a new dimension of pleasure. It felt degrading in the best way possible, degrading in a way that nothing ever felt before. Not even his words when he called you a whore or a slut, not even when he treated you like a pet and made you pee yourself…

Him holding onto you as he sucked your tits and rutted into your welcoming heat like you were nothing but a cow was making your insides twist and turn, your brain short circuiting as your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave that crashed onto your body until you were gasping for breath and screaming his name in the middle of it.

But he kept sucking, fucking in and out your pussy and not even caring that he wasn’t touching your clit. He was in another dimension completely, caring only about himself and his desires, using your body to fulfill his own fantasies. And it was driving you insane.

As insane as it felt his dick inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot as he pinched your nipple and sucked on the other, the combination of all sensations sending you into overstimulation, and short after into another orgasm that left your body shivering as he pulled away for long enough to scream your name as he spilled inside of you until you felt so full you could burst.

He pulled out and you felt the gush of come leaving your body, but short seconds later he was pushing back inside, his dick half hard as he latched onto your nipple once again. It was too much and not enough at the same time. It was exhilarating and maddening, and you loved it. You loved to be what he needed, you loved to be his hucow or his flashlight or whatever he wanted you to be.

By the time he got tired of filling you up and sucking your nipples, you felt sore all over, your body too tired after too many orgasms. You were breathless, trying to regain your normal heartbeat as he grunted and nuzzled your boobs.

“I love you more than life itself,” he whispered against your boobs, kissing your sore nipples until you were whimpering and trying to get away, just to draw you closer and suck on them again.

If he kept that up his fantasy might become reality...

[slightly-knot-insane]

Defeated Monster

tw noncon

There is nothing more empowering than riding your enemy's cock while he spits and curses you. But he is hard. For you. For your body. You can see it in his blood-shot eyes. He is tied down, beaten by you, completely covered in cuts and bruises. The big bad monster defeated.

"Accept I'm your mistress now. You are mine to do whatever I wish with. My slave."

You bite his swollen nipple one more time while bouncing up and down against his shaft. He is sweating, furiously trying to break his bonds. You laugh. All his efforts are futile - you made these chains just for him. They fit him perfectly just like his dick fills your hole completely, stretching you just right.

He is trying to suppress his moans. But his desire is throbbing inside your pussy, betraying him. You rock your hips back and forth, moaning in pleasure, gloating in your victory. He hates your guts but can't mask how much he enjoys being fucked by you.

Just before you are washed over by your orgasm, you stand up, sliding off his erection, and squirt all over him, shaking from pleasure. He snarls and tense, chains dangerously vibrating from his strength. You moan in ecstasy, rubbing your wet cunt, and his exposed cock twitches before spurting his hot seed all over your thighs that arched above it.

"Aaaaah fuck! Fuck!" He is furious, humiliated beyond words. His own body failed him.

You laugh, licking your own arousal from your fingers while his cum tickles your skin. "Don't worry - you'll get used to this, my pet."

[monstersholygrail]

Full moon with your werewolf bf except you're the one being chained up. You aren't exactly sure how you convinced your bf to do it. He had always made sure to keep himself chained in the cellar during that time of the month. But after your incessant begging he had given in. Under this one condition.

You have to be chained up in his place. When asked why he had told you the intensity of his full form may frighten you but to stay calm. He tells you that as soon as he's caught onto your scent he won't be able to let you go and running will only make him all the more quicker to mount you. You didn't know what you were getting into.

Now as your wrists dig into the cold metal... you know. And you want more.

The unsympathetic chains dig into your wrists as your fully turned bf fucks into you with abandon, his claws piercing your skin as your greedy hole sucks his cock back in with every thrust.

As your werewolf bf plows you into another sweeping orgasm, your back arches, a loud groan echoing off the cobblestone walls. Pain mixing in with the pleasure as your pussy weeps, milking your bfs cock and trying to push him out at the same time as he cums right after you.

Your cunt is so full his release spills out of you and splashes against the concrete floor. Eyes squeezing shut, your mind and body war against each other. Though body quickly wins out.

“Ah— dammit! I need a break. Baby, please, I need a break,” you beg, your body aching yet also wanting more. The need for rest briefly overpowers your never-ending craving.

But your werewolf bf merely growls ferociously, jaw snapping in his displeasure. Leaning his giant form over you, he cages you in, teeth sinking into your neck. Making his claim clear before his hips start snapping back inside of you.

Your cunt flutters helplessly around his girth and you whine, needing even only a moment. With his warm fur covering you, a light sweat begins to glisten across your body. Allowing the grip of the chains on your wrists to loosen just enough.

So when your werewolf bf throws his head back and howls, you take your chance. Slipping out from under him and bolting toward the door. A part of you maybe even wanting it to get to this point. To have your werewolf chase and mount you brutally.

Furious growls vibrate through the quiet night, your bf right on your tail as you run toward the surrounding forest. Just as you’re about to make a break into the trees, werewolf bf pounces, crashing into the hard grass and taking you with him.

His arms curl around you as you both tumble through the thicket. Either to protect you from the harsh wood or making sure you can’t get away again. Probably both.

The moment you two stop, werewolf bf doesn’t hesitate to mount you and slam his cock back deep inside your pussy. Letting you know he’s right where he belongs again. Ready to force orgasm after orgasm out of your tired cunt for the rest of the night.

You see his long claws appear in front of you and you know you’re not getting away again. He’s caught his prey and he isn’t giving it up. A lazy fucked out smile graces your lips as your next orgasm begins to build.

[kabr0ztrousers]

A mad scientist alien kidnapping a fem reader. He's obsessed with molding her into his ideal woman. He injects her in several places (like the nipples and clit) with two serums. One that will enlarge certain areas (breast, thighs, hips, nipples, and clit) and the other that increases her sensitivity on every part of her body.

Kabr0z Writes episode 49: Medical Science

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; dubcon; intox; transformation; alien abduction;

A/N: I was tempted to make this another Chitinid story, but who doesn't love the old-fashioned Roswell Gray alien

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The desert's cold at night. On reflection, leaving your broken down car and walking for miles down what you reckon was road was probably the wrong call. You looked up at the stars, more than you'd ever seen before, and tried to find your way...

Before remembering that you have no idea where you're going, or how to use the stars to get there.

You climbed a boulder to try and see where you needed to be, the level desert stretched on, featureless but for the occasional shrub or cactus. You sat, and wept. The pebbled ground soaked up your tears. You were lost in the desert, miles away from anyone else. You were going to die out here, food for the buzzards.

Something moving above you caught your eye. A silver disk, like a hubcap, sped silently towards you. It stopped far above you. A light shone down, and you began to float upwards. You could see for miles around now, your broken car looking tiny as the ground receded from you and the flying saucer came closer.

The threshold felt like plunging into a bath of icy water as you passed it into a brightly lit room surrounded by several grey aliens in bright orange jumpsuits, each pointing a gun at you.

It's amazing, if you'd been asked to describe an alien in a flying saucer holding a raygun, you'd picture one of these. Bulbous heads with huge eyes and no noses, perched upon small bodies, carrying chrome guns with that nostalgic '50s sleek look to them. You stifled a laugh, conscious of the several weapons trained on you as one prodded you in the back.

They frogmarched you to an adjacent room, where you allowed yourself to be pressed up against a wall. Restraints sprung from the mirror-smooth surface, locking around your wrists, ankles, and neck. The wall tilted into a table, and the guards left the room. The orange-clad aliens took out scissors and cut off your clothes, leaving you naked on the table

A new alien stepped in. This one was wearing white, with a surgical mask secured to its face. Wordlessly, it pulled a syringe out from under the table, tapping the tip as it pushed a drop of liquid out.

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked it, not sure if it understood

The alien stabbed the needle into your breast and shrieked "Science"

The effect was immediate, your tits growing rapidly, ballooning out on your chest. In an instant you went from a B to a G cup, the unfamiliar weight bearing down as the alien pulled out another pair of syringes and stuck them into your legs. You felt your bones grow and fat fill your thighs and hips, warping your body into an inhuman hourglass shape.

Another needle pierced your cunt, swelling the lips and your clit, you could feel the tip of your clit pressed between your thighs, standing an inch longer than it was and twice as thick.

The alien was taking notes, poking and prodding the parts of you it had injected, with its fingers

"Is that it? Are you going to let me go now?" You asked it, peering around your huge tits at the alien as it prodded your thigh meat

"Later, maybe" the alien was engrossed with you, rubbing your skin and squeezing the fat thighs it had given you "This is what humans find desirable, yes? A large posterior, large hips, large mammary glands, large genitals?"

"Normally it's just a big dick" you corrected the alien. Despite the growth, whatever it did to you didn't hurt, you feel like if it wanted to hurt you, you'd probably know about it by now

"Ah, only the males have the large genitals? We will refine this for later. Now, you have been such a good test subject, I believe it is customary for a reward for being good at doctor?"

You looked at the alien. Was it going to give you a lollipop or something?

The alien stabbed you with another needle, pushing it into the meat above your cunt. You started to sweat. Your pussy was streaming girlcum, your clit throbbing and hot. The alien was still prodding at you, taking measurements and notes as you squirmed around, tied to the table.

Your clit was rubbing against the meat of your thighs, as you wriggled your hips this way and that you could feel it getting closer, little by little. Your slick grool covered the inside of your thighs, leaving a thin layer on the table below you that audibly squelched and slapped as you writhed, desperate for enough friction to get yourself off.

The alien finally tried to measure your pussy, grabbing your clit between its fingertips, and giving it a gentle squeeze. You felt like your heart stopped. Your body strained against the restraints on the table. Toes curled, feet pointed, eyes rolling, the waves of relief and bliss crashing over you.

The alien took a step back. Watching you gasp and moan as you relished the drugged orgasm.

"It seems as though there is more data to be collected here"

If the rest of the experiments were like this one, you're game

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Was that good? I feel like after nearly 50 days of intense fucking, this was a little tame...

Ah, well, next episode I get to make 2 new demons, enjoy an mlm rutting session and possibly exposit some more on how all of the timelines are connected through Hell (yes, that's a thing that's canon to this anthology. Let's find out together if it's ever important)

[lyonnerileyauthor]

you didn't want to marry your monster husband, but you had no choice. still, he courts you, wanting you to be happy, hoping that you'll come to love him. he brings flowers he's accidentally crushed in his huge hands, and rabbits he killed with his teeth. he builds you a nest, and decorates it with furs and skulls.

at last, he has charmed you. one night he serves you a fine meal of venison, cooked the way you like (even though he can't stand cooked meat), and you reward him. you climb into his massive lap, letting him feel your ass against his cock. it grows thick under his loincloth, but he's still afraid to touch you, to cross your boundaries.

so you take off your clothes and put his hands on you, showing him what you like. he worships every inch of your skin, blessed with your naked body. he licks and sucks on you until you splatter all over his mouth, and he hungrily licks it up.

when, shyly, he pulls out that fat cock, you want nothing more than to touch it. you can't even wrap your hands around it. how will this thing fit inside you?

but your monster husband is patient, wriggling one finger inside you as he pleasures you, then two. he pumps them until you're dripping, before he slides in the third. now you're full, so full—but still not as full as you want to be.

the wide crown of his cock barely fits, so he teases you with it for far too long, making your body starving for him. then he pushes in deeper, watching you take him, marveling at how beautiful you are. more and more of it fits inside you until you're stuffed so full you can barely breathe.

then, he fucks you. slowly at first, until you're used to his size, when his animal side takes over. he hikes up your thighs and plunders you, using you, devouring your body with every thrust. you fly higher and higher, still tangled up in the circle of his arms, until you can't contain your bliss any longer.

you squeeze him tight, oh so tight, and he can't help but unleash. he spurts so much of his seed inside you that it drips everywhere, coating your thighs.

he licks it off you, preparing you to take him again, now until the end of time.