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dreamt about a knight coming to you after a battle and getting on his knees in front of you and roaming his hands up your legs and smearing blood across your skin as he rests his cheek against your upper thigh. btw. additionally i would like to add taking his helmet off and hearing it rattle against the stone floor and running your hands through sweaty hair and praising him for protecting your kingdom. anyways.

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Thinking about this againnn OUGHH

Kissing and making out with a priest and convincing him that me fucking him is fine and good, actually!! since my dick is made of silicone, it doesn’t count!!

And if he wants to be extra sure that it’s okay? He just shouldn’t cum !!

So I end up pinning him onto the ground by his hands and fucking him while holding him up by his hair. Making him pant and drool and beg for me to let him cum since he can’t without being touched. Him losing his grip on sanity since I just keep going and him praying for me to let him finally cum all while he’s still dressed all pretty and we’re in the back of the church.

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hey wouldn't it be funny if I was the prince and had my hands tied behind my back and a gag in my mouth while my favourite knight was using my boycunt like a fleshlight I mean what who said that

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Body worship is such an underrated act of submission. Kneel and stick your tongue out, asking for my fingers in your mouth. Massage my back with your cuffed hands while you rest your head on my shoulder. Sit on the ground while I work and rub your hands on my thighs. Place gentle kisses on my ass while I lay down and use my phone. Be my perfect little pet, demonstrating your devotion by kissing, caressing, massaging, licking, and rubbing your face on my hands, fingers, arms, chest, back, ass, thighs, and stomach. Worship me until you get hazy with adoration, your affection becoming yet another way to admire and serve me.

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You've been sinful, little lamb. But that's okay. We can make you holy again, together. Just climb into my lap and spread your legs for me. Let me stroke you, my lamb. Let me pump my fingers inside your cunt. I'll tear the words of God from your pretty mouth, and make you cum until it hurts. This is your only true penance.

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Forgive me father for I have sinned. I remember your words to come to you if I felt the burning passion.

Father I must confess I feel something strring inside of me. Each time I think of you I cannot keep my own touch from exploring between my legs.

Is this lust forbidden and sinful? Or is it love pure and a reflection of God himself?

Help me Father before this hellfire consumes me. I beg for release. On my knees I beg to serve you all my days. Use me for your good works.

Precious lamb, the only sin here is that my head is not buried deep between your thighs. Please, touch yourself. Savor every stroke like it is my tongue—as the mouth piece of god— that touches your most intimate places. Know that God himself praises your devotion and knows that this is a true expression of your selfless love. He would want you to reward yourself, Angel. Allow yourself blessed release, and cum.

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Why is it that you have avoided confession so frequently? I see you come to mass every week, but never confess. Nobody is without sin, my child, there must be something on your mind. You are afraid to? There is no need to be afraid. What if I made it easier for you to speak how you truly feel?

Listen to my voice, feel it vibrate in your body. All you need to think about is my voice. Deep breaths. Just focus on me and your breaths. You’re so awash in holy light, dripping from my words, from your breath. It slips down to every corner of you. My voice; the light and love of God. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You don’t think, you only feel and listen. Listen. When I tell you to sleep you will feel even better, like you are so heavy, that you cannot move, but so light, that you could float away. But it is my voice that tethers you.

Sleep. Sleep for me. And as you sleep you will feel much more open to me, that you can answer whatever I ask you truthfully. You just need to sleep and listen.

That’s it, you’re doing so well. Just keep falling deeper into sleep and tell me this: what is it that burdens your soul so that you cannot even speak it? Ah, so you are overcome by your lust, are you? It’s alright, sleep for me. Have you acted on it? Mmm, you have. And who do you lust for?

Oh, is that so? Well, how about you sleep, and I can help you…relieve that feeling. Sleep and obey me. It’s okay to. I promise.

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Honestly? Being hypnotized in the “pretty stupid obedient pet that can’t do anything unless told” is wonderful and lovely. However. I’m an absolute wreck over the idea of being hypnotized into a weapon, something strong and powerful and clever, but ultimately so, so obedient. Being hypnotized into topping, all rough hands and brute strength and perfect rhythm, except it’s all directed. Every single move, position, pace, all commanded by the handler, who in turn just gets to lay back and relax. Being a perfectly loyal hound, but no less dangerous. Having triggers used to help force down other submissives, a hunting dog on a leash.

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The Angel and the Huntsman

(featuring art from SleepyGayCutie!) [Twitter / itch.io]

[Except from a Patreon short!]

To his vague surprise, Jac found he... liked the angel's hand on his neck. He liked her touching him. He wanted her to do it more. Normally, Jac wouldn't let a woman handle him this way, but this one was so beautiful, with her flowing pale hair, her pulsing, shimmering halo... besides, it wasn't as if he wasn't still in control. Angel or no, this girl was clearly smitten with him.

“Mm. It was such a wonderful hunt hunt to watch." Her voice was soft and feathery. "Dazzling, even."

"Yeah?" He grinned.

"Oh, yes. Although…” The angel's fingertips traced down to his throat, and an embarrassing involuntary shiver passed through him. Ellie frowned. “You... did break one of Her rules today, you know.”

“I... yes.” Jac supposed he should at least try to seem contrite. It didn't come naturally, but she just seemed so disappointed in him. “I regretted that. It was an...” He was going to say 'accident', but those eyes held him, dark and endless. he felt a queer pulling sensation, and involuntarily, the words tumbled out, “It was a long day, and I didn't want to admit I'd let it get away. I… didn't think she'd care.”

“Oh, She does.” For a moment, Ellie's face remained downcast. Jac felt strangely devastated. Then her smile returned, and it was like the sun emerging from behind the horizon. “She was delighted! My wonderful Goddess never did have any patience for rules Herself, and your initiative, your boldness... truly, a fine quality to see in one of Her hunters.”

Jac found himself smiling like a fool as those fingers danced across his neck. The light was pulsing all around him. Her eyes were so pretty. His other hand went to the wall, and even though he now had her essentially cornered, it didn't feel like it. It felt like she had him right where she wanted him. Like he'd just disarmed himself.

Jac felt her hand at his lowest belt. For a moment, his heart leaped—then he heard a clink, and realized she'd taken something out and tossed it onto the floor.

His hunting knife?

“Wait,” he managed, trying and failing to look away from her gorgeous eyes. “What's—”

“Shh. Hush. Shush.” Her finger went to his lips, and his words died in their sleep. Her smile had him spellbound. “Such a brave, strong hunter you'll make for Her.”

“W-Wh—”

“Hush.”

Though her voice reverberated with unquestionable force, her smile was no less beatific as she reached up to the back of his head, fingertips running over the part of his scalp where he'd cut his hair short. Her touch felt nice. He felt a strange prickling in his mind, a fuzziness, like his brain was a limb that had just kind of… fallen asleep. “There's no need to fret. I'm going to take care of everything for you, Jac.”

Jac's lips parted. No sound came out. He realized her lower wings were slithering around him, hooking behind his knees—

She leaned in and kissed him, and it was like something inside him just... melted. Her warmth, her heat, her softness, all of it flooded into him, and it was even better than her sweet voice echoing in his head, her tongue slipping past his lips, her lips soft and wet and perfect as a hand reached down to rub against his bulge...

She broke away with a smile. Jac swayed, his head spinning. Ellie was so radiant, so perfect, so... so...

“Such a good boy!” she was cooing. Her praise melted over him like thick syrup. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his head, but— “So good for me! Oh, so wonderful! Such a good, handsome boy!”

“B-Buht—”

She stroked his hair. “I'm rewarding you, silly boy,” she whispered, her smile full of nothing but adoration. “Oh, mortals are so precious at this moment. Don't you see? You’re wonderful. Our Goddess loves you. But no mortal is perfect.” Her hand kept rubbing.

“Nngh—”

“But I can fix you, sweet boy.” She stroked his hair. “I can make you perfect for Her. You just need to be… purified.”

“I—whuh—”

She smiled widely. There were tiny fangs hidden among those teeth, and those eyes glittered, predator eyes, wolf eyes. “You must kneel for worship, my love,” the angel said sweetly.

The wings tugged beneath his knees.

His knees hit the floor.

Jac stared up at Ellie, wide-eyed, lost, as her entire form shimmered and pulsed down on him. He whimpered. His head was too... too foggy, too fuzzy, too... and her headpets, they felt so nice, so calming, so dizzying...

He watched his angel reach up and grasp her halo. There was a shimmering flicker, a flash, and a part of its light seemed to split away into her hands. She pulled away what almost looked like a separate, smaller glimmering halo, and in that moment, it looked like nothing less than a collar. “Be good for me,” she cooed, “and for our Goddess, little fox~”

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As I said. The angels of the stars are dangerous and alien, but the angels who've fallen and sworn themselves to gods... well, it depends on the god, doesn't it?. Saint Artemis is the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, the goddess of hunters and traitors, among other things. Her angels scare the wits out of me, and if you've got any sense, you'll be scared of them, too. Of course, the only thing the huntresses love to punish more than arrogance is fear. Maybe just try not to attract their attention in general. You don't want to become one of her dumb, pampered 'hounds'.

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this was posted on patreon a month ago <3 original text and images by @tiuhtaviuhta can be found here. the concept is amazing, go give it so much love!

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kind of a messy test but it came out decent enough. writing hurt.

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shhh, go back to sleep, puppy. that's it, sweet thing. you were making the prettiest noises, i know just what you need, pretty pup. just like that, rest while i give you a little massage. you’re just so tight, my sweet toy, i’ll get you nice and stretched out, don’t you worry your tiny little puppy brain about it. oh this? its just my special massage tool. biiiig stretch. that’s it, my pup, you don’t need to be awake for this, sweet thing. you're so tight, no wonder you couldn’t sleep. good puppies need to be stretched out every night. of course you’re too dumb to know that, pretty pup. you’ve got less brains than a squeaky toy, hm? that’s alright, darling, i’ve got you. just like that, you’re so much prettier when you’re asleep.

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Ruining a pretty boy's orgasms is my favorite type of cum control.

I'm stroking his throbbing cock, been edging him for hours. His brain is cloudy, his body shaking, he's constantly begging for me to please let him cum. But everytime he tells me he's about to fall over the edge I let go of his poor little cock. Until ...

Oh fuck, you're cumming, baby? You're cumming? It's okay, go on, cum for me ~

And he does. But the second I feel his cock pulsing in my hand I let go of him. His moans turn into whimpers, tears of frustration spilling from his eyes as he explodes all over his tummy.

Why are you crying, babyboy? I let you cum, didn't I? Don't be so greedy.

I like to repeat this for days to completely break him. To always have him on edge, hard and leaky, every little touch making him a desperate mess. No thoughts, only pleasepleaseplease ~

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I’m your guard dog in public. Walking around with that big tough expression on my face, not letting anyone near you. I open doors for you, drive you around, growl at anyone who looks at us the wrong way.

But in the bedroom, I’m nothing more than your submissive pup. It’s shocking how quickly I melt when you instruct me to get on my knees. I blush hard when you praise me and ask me to tell you what I want you to do to me. You stick your fingers in my mouth and grab my tongue, just as I ask. You tell me I’m such a good, tough dog for you. Of course I should be rewarded.

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