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manticore-chimera · 8 months ago

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Reblog to give your entity a warm blanket and a bed. Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like!

Undead: You can see them, below the pale starless lights from the skyscrapers above, and the shine of streetlamps and headlights. It's scary to see them wandering the street, they look human at first, wearing a long black trench coat, and a wide brimmed hat, but when you look into their eyes, they look so still and cold, unbreathing and unblinking, no matter how much makeup and wax repairs their flesh they're so obviously dead. Yet you walk closer, and realize they look alone, look as if they have nowhere to go, sympathetically you offer them some money and they begin telling you a story that begins a long long time ago...

Faerie: You seem them flying at your window, human shaped yet so clearly not human, looking at you as if they've never seen a person before. Their entire body is a sandy green, with hair the color of pussy willows, and eyes the color of jade, you think they're wearing plate armor, but you realize they have an exoskeleton like that of a mantis or a grasshopper, with four transparent wings shining in the sunlight. They inspect you as if they've never seen something like you before, they seem to need help but when you move towards them they seem afraid. You open the window for them to come in, and they rush into your bed, warm as if they haven't been warm in a very long time.

Vampire: You seem them first waiting for the local train, sitting there, a slender completely genderless humanoid, with bluish white skin and eyes a piercing blue. They slowly play guitar as you wait, and you take a moment to listen. After they get on the train with you, you strike up conversation, and young as they look, they speak as if they have seen all of humanity's history, as if they've lived more lifetimes then you could ever know. They eventually life up their facemask for you, and you can see that their mouth isn't humanlike at all, it's massive with many moving parts and blade like fangs, like the mouth of a viper. And their skin so cold, you can even feel batlike wings below their coat as you put an arm around them. You let them drink some of your blood from your hand, and it feels so good, so intimate, and you pet their head as you let yourself fill them.

Dragon: You thought you could see them changing their form out of the corner of your eye, a massive, scaled creature with many heads landing on the city streets, and slowly shrinking down to the form of a human, fixing some minor details, and changing the color of their eyes from orange-red to something more human-passing before they talk to you. They study you strangely, asking about how certain technology works, taking interest in your kind's society, your religion, your mating habits. They seem so smart yet so naive to this world that they've walked into. Awkwardly they ask if they can stay with you for a while, to learn more about how such strange creatures live.

Cyborg: You can see them, sitting at a cafe, looking out as if trying to think of a long-forgotten memory, long since eaten by the sands of time. Layers of clothing covers their body, as if they're hiding something. Worried they're lonely you strike up conversation with them, and though they seem shy at first, they eventually seem happy to have had a chance to talk to you. Their scarf slips for a moment, and they become afraid you saw something, but you hold them and say that it's ok, and their body feels so hard, as if they barely have any skin below their head, and warm like a computer being desperately cooled down by fans, like a churning machine. They open their coat to show you what they were hiding, and you can see a chest made entirely out of steel and wires, all their flesh long since cut away, you can see that even their eyes are screens. You assure them that it's ok... it's ok...

Nature spirit: Slowly they walk to your door, as if they know nowhere else to go. They don't look human at all, they're made out of rock, and sand, and animal bones, two large antlers sticking out of a skull head. There's something broken and distorted and wrong about whatever they are. They rush to a cactus you've kept on your desk and gain the last of their sustenance from them. You can see visions when you look into their eyes, visions of a desert paved over by lawns and by highways, drowning it in chlorinated water. You turn up the heat, and let a blanket lay on top of them, as you let the tears of a dead world pour out through their hollow eyes.

Face stealer: It rushes towards you, crawling through the alleyways where nobody will hear your cries for help. The massive black creature, with mortal faces hanging off the side of its segmented body. It stops an inch from your face, it could rip you to shreds with its fangs, but it doesn't It can tell there's something different with you, and you reach out your hand, slowly trying to pet it, and then it rushes back, not letting you feel the cold of its body. But it can see you, and it knows you now as an ally to its undying cause...

Angel: You see them in a cold studio, abandoned for the night, the unfinished paintings looking down on both you and them. Their body is doll like, segmented, and textured as if it looks like white and blue porcelain, but with cracks filled with gold. As you approach them, they let their wings spread. They seem to assume you're afraid of them, assume you'll hurt them, assume that they deserve it. But you don't, and they're shocked that you don't hate them at all. You let them step closer, and you can see their eyes, a radiant golden light replaced with something pale and cool. You tell them that they have nothing to apologize for, as they try to apologize just for existing as they do.

Game entity: It's strange that the system is even working in this condition. And this game doesn't seem to exist at all outside of this one copy. Messages keep coming to you, and it's like the characters inside, as primitive and pixilated as they are, as talking to you directly. And you can see the message beyond the screen, beyond the music and the flashing lights, and the message says help, and the message begs to be freed, and the message is for you.

Werewolf: They come up to you from out of the twisted woods of the park, human and fleshy as their form is, they don't act human, it's as if they want to be pet or fed. And when you approach them, they back away as an animal would too. Their muscular body is contrasted by clothing they seem to have forgotten how to wear, you can see a human mind in there, but one that's been lost for a very long time. You give them a piece of food, they are about to rip it apart like a beast but something about you reminds them of something, and they eat it as if they were human.

Goblin: Small, and skinny, and pale, you think they're a human at first, but the pointed ears and sharp teeth reveal otherwise. They inspect you, slowly trying to figure out what you are, trying to square your modern clothing with their iron armor and flowing cape. For a moment it looks as if they'll kill you, but for some reason they choose not to. They ended up in a subway station, but it seems they came from lower down, you wonder if they've seen the sun at all. Maybe you can show them, you try to ask them, but they don't understand your language, but they want to, they certainly want to...

Demon: you can see them looking out at the sea, a human head and chest, but nothing else fitting in with this world, tentacles in place of their arms, and feet like a crab's wing's like a seagull's and teeth like a shark's, and a lamprey's neck and head where their genitals should be. They look at you with their eyes, confused and disturbed by this world, by the moon and the sun and the towers in the distance. They tilt their head, as if you share a face with the creature who bound them to this realm. Most people would be afraid of such a creature, but you understand, understand that they didn't choose to be here, and wonder why such a horror exists in this world, and if they would rather not be within the place they call home. You apologize if you scared them, and they reply with a similar statement...

#worldbuilding #urban fantasy

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manticore-chimera · 8 months ago

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Monstober/ Kinktoner Day 3 Naga

Naga god paying a visit to his only human follower, a pretty little human priestess and pumps her full with his cocks.

TW: Blashpemy is you squint, porn with very little plot, vaginal sex reader receiving, double penetration, oral male receiving, oral female receiving, priestess x naga God, worship of God during sex, biting

Working in a temple as its priestess had its benefits. Its own orchid to harvest and offerings for the gods. Cleaning the temple, burning the incense, listening theo the pleas and complaints of the villagers and praying to the gods as their envoys took up most of your duties. Overall it was an easy lifestyle for the lucky priest and priestess chosen to work in the temple. Most days your main focus was maintaining all the marble statues glistening and clean. An array of statues evenly spaced out in a circular space of the temple with a large sacred fire burning at the center. Each altar sparkled with candles, fruits, perfumes,and gifts related to the god that ruled over each domain.

The wild goddess Orchid that held domain over all of nature and wildlife. Blessing the land and its people with fruit and children.The unpredictable storm god Onyx that brought the rain, storms and winds. Or the promiscuous rabbit god Rosier who ruled the farms and orchards blessing the land with his fruits and hundreds of children.

Many other statues to different gods filled the temple but one statue in particular caught your eye. Tucked away in the back of the temple the satire of the Naga god Nekan remains neglected, his temple and satire collecting dust with no offerings or incense. Nekan was the god of medicine, cunning, and sorrow and noble sacrifice. All his myths ended in tragedy for him, his lovers and followers resulting in the villagers, priest and priestess avoiding him all together due to superstition that any follower of would be followed by misfortune.

Still you began to clean his stature, polishing the marble until it gleamed, lighting incense to his name, placing bottles of perfume and fresh fruit for him daily. Fellow priestess warning you saying you would fall to some tragedy or that you wasted your time on a nearly forgotten god.

Ignoring them, you persisted in your work finding a new satisfaction working and tending to Nakan temple. At first it brought you solace and pride being his only devout priestess, until it brought you a gift and later exquisite delight. First it was a bouquet’s of medicinal herbs and flowers left at your doorstep, window and bed. Then it is small medicinal jars and bottles with inscriptions in gold ink praising your work and thanking you for your devotion. Later it was the jewelry, cut gems in the shape of a snake head. Arm bagels cut to look like scaled snakes around your arms, necklace of metal and gem snakes wrapping around your throat. Soon your home was spilling with gifts, and you appreciated accepting them and cherishing each one. Soon your robes were glittering with metal serpents as your new found status of Naken only priestess brought you recognition.

Congratulations flew as everyone was stunned at how your God spoiled you. It was coming from the gods to show their approval of devout priests and priestesses by gifting them things or on special and rare occasions visiting them in person. And as murmurs from other priests said on rare occasions the gods would take their favorite humans to bed. Your gifts continue to pour in along with a new and final gift: the appearances of venomous beautiful snakes would appear in your house, in your garden, in your temple altar. Despite all that they remained as harmless as a kitten might be wrapping their iridescent bodies around your arms and legs, it was seldom seeing you without a snake wrapped nuzzling against you.

One priestess of Onyx, a friend of yours, joked that if you continued to serve the god he might gift himself to you. Rolling your eyes, you played off her banter, giggling at the idea of Naken enamored by you blushing at the thought of being his favorite.

He loved to spoil you with gifts, so it would be long until he paid you a personal visit right? Faced flushed, you imagined meeting Naken in his temple or even in your bed, quickly thoughts of devotion turned to thoughts of desire. Perhaps he would take you to his bed and like the rumors told, perhaps he'd bury his cock in you and bless you with his seed. Catching your thoughts you shook your head in embarrassment and laughed with your friend at the sheer thought of it. Deciding to not keep thinking on the subject you immersed yourself with temple duties until night fell and it was just you left.

Realizing the time, you realized how lost in work you had become until you peeked outside and saw the darkness outside, stars and moon twinkling in the night sky. Pacing back into the temple you considerethe walk alone at night, but decided against it and chose to spend the night at the temple instead. There were small cots with beds for the occasional overnight stays or ceremonies that were left alone most of the year. Gathering your things you're headed to the temple beds but paused before the statue of Naken to say goodnight. Gazing at his statue you couldn't help but to admire his stone features, the elegance of his lithe form, sharp serpent eyes, sculpted jaws and cheekbones that lead your eyes down to soft lips with peaking long sharp fangs. His face was mostly humans as was his torso and arms but beneath his waist was the long tick coils of a snake. Even as a statue he was breathtakingly handsome. Blushing you imagine being visited by him, held by his arms, or coiled tightly in his tail. If you kissed him would his fangs scrape your lips, how would his forked tongue feel like, would his scales feel warm or cool paint your skin? Remembering your place you blushed ashamed at how you thought of the god you were meant to serve, to respect. Buzzing with conflicting thoughts instead you climb the altar steps, standing on your toes and leaning in to barely reach the stone lips of your god. Turning away red and flushed you scurried down the steps and quickly went away to hide in the bed of the temple and fell into a restless sleep.

Tossing and turning you awoke to the sound and sensation of dozens of snakes slithering over your bed out the door into the main temple area. Puzzled, you watched them slither away, as if hypnotized you rose from bed and followed them to the center of the temple, the main fire lighting the surrounding stone columns and altars in warm orange glow in the darkness. They slithered in the direction of the statue pantheon. Eyes widening in realization could they be leading you to Naken? Was it an omen? Could he had listened to you thoughts and come down to see you? Not waiting for an answer from you followed the snakes in the darkness they disappeared behind the statue of Naken, even more confused. Your eyes swept the empty temple until you saw the figure of a man looming in front of you from the shadows. Gasping you stepped back afraid, as if sensing your fear he moved forward into the light of the fire illuminating his face. Bronze skin with rich deep blue scales speckled with glittering gold stood Naken.

Stooping lower he hunched down to meet you at eye level, his tail coiling around you forming a circle around you. Lithe muscle moved under his scales in rippling succession as he wrapped himself closer to you. Looking up at him gleaming fangs peaked from under his lips enticing you to lean in closer.

Senses returning to you only mere inches from him the realization finally crashed into you. ‘Naken! It was Naken and he was here in front of you!’. Stunned you dropped to your knees in reverence.

“My lord Naken forgives me I did not recognize, nor did I expect you to b;ess me with your presence. Please forgive my insolence.”

Chuckling he reached out lifting your face with hand covered in blue scales.

“There's nothing to forgive for I am truly the fortunate god to have such a beautiful and devout priestess all to me”His voice was slow and deep, speaking as if whispering. Listing your eyes were glued to his face and lips, a forked tongue flicking when he spoke.

“ I wanted to reward my most devout follower,” Grazing his thumb over your lower lips you felt your lips part and face get warm leaning into his touch. “It's been ages since I heard someone sweetly pray to my name, or give me the sweetest of flowers and fruits. If it had not been for you I would have remained neglected and forgotten amongst my godly brethren.” Pulling you gently to stand he held your hands in his. “Tell me my most beloved priestess what gift can I offer you for your service to me”

“You.” The words slipped from your mouth before you could register what you had said. Shocked at your own boldness you smacked a hand over your mouth cursing your own recklessness. Naken’s eyes widen in surprise and amusement, a grin playing over his lips watching you fuss embarrassed.

“Me? Well if it's you asking my beloved priestess then how can I say no.” Stunned, you looked back at Naken, ‘He had agreed, for me?’. Stupefied in place you return to reality when you felt Naken swoop down and kiss you passionately on the lips. Naken long serpentine bodies coiling around your body in a strong embrace. Cool diamond scales bushing against the fabric of your tunic.

Wrapping your arms around him, you felt him dip his head down, his forked tongue slithering out flickering to taste your lips before claiming you in a hungry kiss. A deep rumble came from his chest in satisfaction as he moaned into your lips. Lips parting you kissed him back, smiling against his lips as his fangs grazed softly against your lips and tongue.

Naken kissed you with demanding and searing passion, his forked tongue slithering deep into your mouth to taste every inch of you. His large hands boldly caress your sides and hips over the thin fabric of your tunic. Moaning at his touch his hands were cool against the fever under your skin. Pulling away from you lips Naken dipped his head back down trailing his mouth along your jaw down the length of your throat, fangs tickling your skin as he did leaving a trail of goosebumps, small bites and heated kisses.

Removing a hand from his neck you grabbed his and guided it to the straps of your tunic. Instinctively he began to pull at them letting them fall loose on your back. The thin fabric of the tunic falling down your shoulder exposing your bare shoulder and breast. Chills running over your body you shuddered against him, as his hand glided up your sides, his thumb brushing over the soft underside of your breast.

Licking the side of his face you trailed wet kisses along his jaw hungry with desire. Breathing hard against him your chest rose and fell pressed against him. Soft breast grazing his chest, slithering his tail under you he brought it up between your legs, spreading your legs wide to straddle the thickest part of his tail under you, wrapping a coil around your waist keeping you in place.

As if bewitched by you, his gaze followed your parted lips moist lips. Leaning in he nipped gently at your bottom lip, his poison dripping into your mouth, A thick honey like substance heating your mouth and throat as you swallowed. Palming your breast he lifted his thumb to play and roll over your nipple, hardening them with arousal. Rubbing his thumb over your nipple he pulled away to look at the perky nub of flesh under him. Without breaking eye contact he leaned down, mouth open and wet to take your sensitive nipple into his mouth. Hand resting on his shoulder you mewled as he rolled his forked tongue over your nipple. Sucking hard he opened his mouth to fit your breast, sucking lewdly.

Arching back against his tail, your legs pushed aimlessly, forced apart by the girth of his tail. Moaning as his tongue flicked your nipple you leaned back and grind your pussy against his tail. His scales were rough and ribbed, a strange but pleasuring sensation rubbing against your pussy each time you grind your hips. Following your movement he began to rock against you, quickly his scales were covered with the slick of your arousal, as his mouth remained locked on your chest.

Popping his mouth from your breast, you nipple was left wet under the cool night air.

“Do you like that my beloved?” He asked in a husky tone, his tail moving in a fasting pace, ribbed scales sweetly rubbing the sensitive nub of your clitoris with each thrust. “Do you like that? Or would you prefer me to be different?”

Gasping you held onto his shoulders, your hips quicken their paces, hips snapping back and forth against the growing bulge in his scales.

“No, it feels good like this my lord” Throwing your head back, your breath labored as each push against his scales made you pussy gush down, completely coating the bulge underneath you. Hissing gently beneath you Naken gripped your hips pulling you down with each grind forcing you city to drag helpless against each rigid scale. Each jolt makes your toes curl with an incoming orgasm. Panting against him you squeaked in surprise feeling his hand slide down to your drench pussy rubbing perfect circles over you clit. Desperate you pushed against his hand.

“Please my lord, please you feel you good i want to cum.” Grinning he softly pinched your clit rolling it back and forth from his index with relentless speeds. Moaning in ecstasy, your body shook as the hot waves of ecstasy sent your body shuddering with a frenzy of delight.

Chuckling against your neck Naken “Anything for you my beloved priestess” Relaxing into a painting slump, Naken wrapped himself around you laying down on his coiled up tail. Dipping down he laid you down pulling away at the rest of your fallen tunic until you laid glistening with sweat on top of his tail. Shyly you brough your knees up in a futile effort to cover yourself under his burning gaze. Flicking his tongue he placed a hand on each of your knees before frying them open revealing a glistening cunt with a swollen clit like a pearl in the low light.

The rumbling from his chest returned as he moaned, taking in the sight of you, wet and naked on top of his tail.

“Oh my, aren't you just a vision of ecstasy.” Dipping his head down between your legs he nuzzled his nose, suckling on the soft skin between your thighs groaning as he licked the trails of slick running up to your cunt. Flicking his tongue against your pussy lips, he looked up between your thighs “You would do me an honor, to let me feast upon suck soft lips and drink from your nectars.” Flicking his tongue again, Naken nuzzled his nose against your clit.

“Please my lord,” You begged and before you could finish he plunged his face between your legs, mouth screeching to suck on your entire pussy as his forked tongue slithered up and down the entrance teasing it with small thrust. Pushing your cunt against him you dug your hand into his hair pushing his down squishing his nose against the wet lips of your cunt. Kissing wide sloppy kisses his mouth found you clit suckking harshly popping my mouth on and off again blowing small puffs of air onto your clit leaving your legs shivering, your stomach spasm with new euphoric waves of pleasure as he lapped up the juices of your cunt. Sloppily he thrust his tongue from side to side in a wet mess dripping your cum all over his face and neck. Mewling you pushed his head further until Naken thrust his tongue deep into your squeezing cunt swirling it inside making you yell.

“Naken!”

“Come my sweet priestess, cum in my mouth let me taste how much your adore me”He spoke muffled, and as if commanding your body you felt the second orgasm rip through your core leaving you spasming on his tail, legs clamping around his head with his tongue cervix deep.

“Yes my lord, my god…” Your words left you breathlessly as you slowly rode the high off, gradually relaxing your legs to open. Breathless Naken rose smiling, licking his lips. His face was covered slick with your pussy juices, droplets falling from his chin. Sighing he rose from beneath you, his tail wrapping around you to put you in a sitting position facing him. Steadily he rose above you, his chiseled chest rising with deep breathes scales of blue and speckled gold becoming thicker until they covered his waist and all of his tail. Your eyes trailed down his waist and widened as you saw the growing bulge on his scaled crotch leak cum as two thick wet cocks slithered out. Agasp you stared astonished at not one but two thick slick dripping fat cocks hanging from his tail. Each cock had a bright pink tip that looked unlike anything you've ever seen on a human man. You felt your mouth drool as they hung heavy from his crotch. Noticing your drool face Naken moved closer until his cocks hung over your face. Reaching up you wrapped your hand over one, looking up at Naken with innocent doe eyes.

“My beloved little priestess look how riled you have made me,” Sliding your tongue under the length of his cock Naken hissed in pleasure clenching his eyes shut, cocks twitching in your hand. “Worship me, priestess, worship me with that pretty little mouth of yours, worship my cocks” He hissed as he spoke brows furrowed in restraint.

Sliding your lips across one cock while your hands wrapped around the other, “Yes my lord.” Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock your tongue swirled over the head licking up at the tick drops of cum swirling it in your mouth. Bobbing your head lower you swallowed up more of his cock dragging your tongue in across the length. Hands moved at the base of his second cock in a milking motion, while your other hand swirled over the tip, thumb massaging the tip smearing his cum across it. Greedily you swallowed Naken’s cock more and more until his entire wet length fit into mouth making your throat bulge. Rolling his eyes back Naken breathed out praises pushing your head down until your nose pushed against the slit where his cock emerged. Groaning Naken’s labored breathing grew heavier as you swallowed his cock with new enthusiasm, gagging wet sounds filling the temple. Cum and drool dripping down your hands and mouth as you jerked and sucked him off. Pulling away you switched cocks, swallowing the next cock and jerking off the one coated in your saliva. Cursing Naken jerked his hips into your mouth, a soft whine as he felt you make out with the head of his cock, your hot tongue swirling over the tips up and down. Smiling up as you see your god struggle to contain himself you open your mouth tongue out as you fit both tips, frotting them together in a sloppy sucking kiss, swallowing both at the same time. Lurching forward he curled over you pushing your head as his cock erupted with cum. Panting he floods your throat with hot stick thick cum making you gag, eyes brimming with tears as you struggle to swallow the streams of cum flowing out of him. Pulling back, his cock slid out of your mouth with trails of saliva and cum flowing out into your chin and neck and chest.

Smiling your lips savored the salty, almost creamy flavor of his cum. Breathing heavy Naken lowered himself, his eyes meeting yours, his pupils completely dilated in lust and desire. Wrapping his arms around you he pulled you into a passionate demanding kiss. Both your lips wet from the other's cum, mixing each other's taste as shoved his tongue into your mouth. Greedily sucking on his forked tongue earning a guttural groan from him. Lifting you up he pulled you over his tail, cocks slipping and pressing against the opening of your gaping pussy.

“Say I'm your god. Say i'm your only god and i'll be yours.’’ Naken breathed into your ear as he frotted his cocks against you, “Say it my beloved, say your mine, say you want my cock inside you.”

Druck with the taste of his cum and lust panting against his ear, “You're my only god Naken. Im am your priestess, I'm your priestess Naken.”

“Say the rest of it.”

“I want you inside me, I want to have your fat cocks inside me.”

Hissing he gripped your hips pulling you down, the fat wet tip of one cock pressing against your entrance until it finally stretched it out forcing your cunt to swallow it. Crying out his name your nails crawled into his arms as he pushed you down forcing his cock down to the base. His other cock hanged limply smacking wet and hot against your ass, as Naken began to bounce you on his cock. Crying out you saw his cock slide in and out of you as his tail wrapped around your waist forcing you up and down at his pacing, Crying out in a drunken heat your eyes brimmed with tears as each thrust smacked the sweet spot in your cervix. Quickening the pace Naked moved with more animalist craze, drilling into your pussy, second cock smacking against your ass.

Pulling you off his cock with his tail he held you in the air for a moment, sighing in relief your crying seized for a second before being brought back down again. Kissing you Naken panted against your lips. “Im sorry my beloved but i need you to take all of me”

Before you could process his words you felt both his cocks lined up against your clenching pussy before being pushed down legs held apart wide by his tail. Gasping as the sensation of being stretched by two cocks spreading your pussy, stretching it wide ripping a new orgasm as he pushed into you with two cocks. Thrashing your hips your overstimulated pussy creamed over his cocks lubing them up making them slip in easier, struggling in vain his tail tightened around your waist and legs locking you in place as Naken shoved both cocks pistoning them in and out. Breast bouncing with each thurst you could only lean back and scream his name as he fucks you with his two cocks.

Eyes rolling back, droll falling from your mouth you can only cry his name as the wet sounds of his cocks pumping your pussy fill the temple.

By the gods you think, if the other priest and priest could see you now getting stretched and pumped with the fat cocks of your god. Oh they would call me a lucky temple whore.

Naken’s hands slid down to hold your back sliding down to squeeze you ass each hand cupping a cheek as he held them apart spreading you wider, slamming both cocks deeper. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck he whispers praises.

“My beloved little priestess, you take me so well. You were made to be fucked by me, to worships me, to worship my cocks.” Laving his forked tongue he licked at the sweat of your neck. “I'll reward you greatly my beloved priestess, I'll pump you full of my cocks and seed, I'll spoil you as long as you worship me. Say my name, priestess, say you worship me.”

Drooling you barely mumbled out, “I worship you Naken, I only worship you and your fat cocks.” Hearing your words he drove forward increasing his force and speed, filling you completely with each pump. His cock popping out with wet sounds from your abused cunt with each thrust. Crying out his name you begged him to finish. “Please Naken it’s too much, please im cumming again.”

Laughing he pressed a kiss against your forehead, “Don't worry my beloved I'm just about to cum too.”

Snarling his thrusting became erratic and fast sloppily slamming into your swollen cunt gushing juices. Sinking his fangs into your shoulder, his fangs injected you with a relaxing aphrodisiac marking you as his. A final brutal thrust and his cocks pumped you full of sperms until your cunt was overflowing and leaking even with both cocks plugging your cunt. Attacked by his cocks and fangs you felt your walls spasm as you came a final time around his two cocks. Burying his cocks hilt deep he holds your waist as his cocks pumps ropes of hot cum into your cervix. The sounds of squelching and labored breaths being the only sound in the temple. The venom of his fangs warmed your body, flooding it with a relaxing warmth that soothes your aching muscles and abused cunt.

Sighing content he released you from the grasp of his tail, letting you slump forward on his chest. Gasping in relief you raised your hips to let his cocks slip out in a gushing wet mess of cum that flooded out your pussy into his tail. Chuckling Naken looked at the mess made and nuzzled into your hair letting out a content huff. “Rest my beloved priestess. You served me well and for that ill you now. Rest I'll clean up this mess.”

Smiling you look up at him with hazing exhausted eyes, kissing him once more before drifting into black blissful sleep. In the morning when you woke, you arose and startled and scared thinking you would be laying naked leaking cum on the temple floor but found yourself dressed and clean in the temple cot you had originally chosen to sleep in. Confused, you rose from bed thinking it might have been a dream, until the sweet soreness between your legs told you otherwise. Walking to the mirror in your room you saw the two puncture holes of Naken’s fangs from last night. Smiling you draped over a shawl and started to head out until you saw a small neatly folded note in your bed that read.

My beloved priestess,

You have brought me back from the abyss of the lost, you have made me feel alive again. Thanks to you, I now remember what it's like to be a god. Rest my beloved priestess, I'll be counting the days until I can drink from you nectar and bury myself in you again. Until then take care i'll be watching over you.

Love,

Your own personal god, Naken.

He was the god Naken. Your God, yours now

Authors notes: Sorry for the late post I sprained my wrist on the third day of October and couldn't type without my wrist hurting or popping. Anyways please comment what y'all's liked, any unhinged comments, or any suggestions.

Also I did hint at other monster gods so lmk if you guys would like to know more about them.

#naga #naga x human #naga x reader #monster x reader #monster fucker #smut #naga smut

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Monstertober 2024 prompt: patchwork/chimera

Content: fem!reader, gore, violence, slightly possessive monster.

In celebration of this spooky month, I’ve decided to take on the prompt challenges issued by the fantastically talented @ozzgin! If you’re interested in participating, I will leave the link to them here.

Special thanks to @deathmetalunicorn1 for being my collaborator on this prompt, your creativity never ceases to amaze me my friend.

So, without further ado, sit back, relax, and let us venture into a world of shop-keeping witches~.

divider by @cafekitsune

The abilities of magical folk vary from person to person; a baker can make yeast rise in the oven or enchant their famous bunny-shaped, butterscotch cookies dance across the countertop. A laundress can feel the slightest change in the wind pressure and immediately get a vision of what the weather will be like in the next ten minutes. A royal soldier can have the strength of ten oxes and must replenish his stamina by eating large quantities of food.

The list can go on and on, but the cities scattered across the continent of Rioran do not welcome all magical folk. There is still the old belief that magical folk were harbingers of disaster wherever they went, even when there is no proof of such a powerful curse. That is why no one can enter Briar Valley without an invitation from a person who lives inside this fortress shrouded in perilous thicket and mist; it is a haven for all magical folk, and the governing body who protect them are the witches.

No one who would dare to anger a witch unless the preparator wishes for a quick death.

If an outsider wishes to hire a witch for her services, then she must extend an invitation as a golden envelope and a wax seal that is unique only to her. Spells, potions, talismans, craftsmanship, and every other service a witch can provide to a client.

Embroidery and tailoring, however, are the speciality of you, the Patchwork Witch. From mending clothes to creating stuffed toys for children, you can do it all. In exchange for the love, time, and magic you had poured in each piece that comes into your hands, the client must show their gratitude with a jar of honey and a heartfelt thank you.

The chimera shall castigate those who do not abide by the terms that were agreed upon. That is what everyone calls it because there is no better definition for a creature made from different fabrics, an amalgamation of failed projects that came to life on its own.

Such was the case of Lady Colette Archer.

A noblewoman from an esteemed family, she sought your services to create the most beautiful toy for her daughter and show high society that a witch’s gift is far superior to any toy-maker in the capital. You had done as she had asked and created the toy. Yet Lady Archer paid you with a pouch of twelve gold coins, not a jar of honey and a thank you. You had given her a chance to make things right. She refused.

“How dare you?” Lady Archer hissed through rows of perfect white teeth. “Gold coins have more value in this world than gratitude and honey! You have fulfilled my request, and I have compensated you! Now I shall take my leave and hope to never come back here again. Good day to you, witch.” The shimmering midnight-blue skirts of her gown swished in tandem with her stride towards the door.

Her gloved hand stretched towards the brass knob and twisted it, but the door did not budge. She twisted it again. Same result. She turned the knob to the right. Same result.

Lady Archer turned back towards you, her eyes shining brightly in anger. “Release me! I have paid you! You cannot keep me hostage in this dank hole!”

“But you have not paid me, my lady.” You sneered. “And there are no substitutions for a witch’s compensation. Now,” You held out your hand. “My payment. Please.”

“How dare you speak like that to me, you vermin?!”

The people on the streets saw the commotion brewing in your shop from the windows. Some felt sympathy for Lady Archer, and others shook their heads before going about their lives. A witch’s client and how she dealt with them were her business. And anyone who has come to Briar Valley as a client knows there are many witches who would do terrible things upon being insulted as you were by Lady Archer. But you were a kind witch. And kind witches were deadlier than other witches because they could be….creative with how they handled difficult clients. When they saw Lady Archer raise her hand to strike at you, they knew it was already over.

Lady Archer shrieked as a thickly braided coil of mismatched fabric wrapped around her wrist, causing her to stumble backwards and drop the box onto the ground with a loud thunk. Shuddering, she dared to look up from the rafters and heard a creak. Then more movement, thump-thump-thump-thump.

The first thing she saw were button eyes. One red and one blue. Then paws, a body, and a gaping mouth. It was a lion. No, a bear? A griffin?All three of them? Lady Archer couldn’t tell. It was too monstrous to behold!

“A jar of honey and a thank you. That is your payment.” You repeated. “But if you cannot do that, then I must take something of value in its place. Something you value.” You stared down at her long and hard before you smiled. “And I know just what that is.” You snapped your fingers, watching in malicious delight as you saw your dearest creation turn back towards the rafters, dragging a sobbing Lady Archer up with him.

“Damage only her face, my love. The rest of her body must remain intact.” You said before you walked back towards the shop, your mind already on set on the next project.

This client had already paid you in advance, with two jars of honey instead of one! Such a delightful little dear, a stay-at-home parent plump with her first child and worried if a baby blanket was beneath your standards when she humbly requested your services in a letter. Hah, what nonsense! No project is beneath the Patchwork Witch!

You hummed in delight as you collected the materials from the shelves, unphased by the screams and pleas for mercy in the rafters. You didn’t even bother looking over your shoulder as Lady Archer scrambled out of the shop, with one hand clutching her bleeding face and the other cradling the box close to her chest. She only had herself to blame for disrespecting the terms of agreement and insulting you in your own establishment.

The sudden yet familiar weight of your chimera’s tail draped over your shoulders made you smile as you hunched over your workstation. You knew he was trying to remove the blood from its claws and his face before coming down from his hiding place. He knew that if he didn’t, someone would force him to take a bath, and he despised baths just as much as you despised having bloodstains on your floors. The sight would scare away all of your customers!

But do not be afraid, for if you honor the terms of the agreement, the Patchwork Witch will always welcome you into her shop.

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