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From A Deal With a Demon

Not spicy, but I thought it was funny, so I thought I would share. The full 5k story IS spicy, and I have another snippet from it around here somewhere... https://www.tumblr.com/authordanielleforrest/779308610550464512/a-deal-with-a-demon?source=share

Lilith smiled, her skin stretching uncomfortably as the false emotion strained her best efforts at being civil.  She should have never come, but when the girls at work had invited her for after hours drinks, she’d jumped at it.  Not because she was friends with them or wanted to build a rapport, but because it gave her an excuse not to work late.  She’d waved goodbye to her slimy boss, Will, grateful to escape his not so tender graces unscathed today.  

He’d been after her for months, wanting to date her.  At first, she’d hemmed and hawed, not knowing how to handle it, and just preferring to avoid the issue.  But when that hadn’t worked, she’d flat out declined, saying she wasn’t interested.  When that hadn’t worked, she’d pointed out how uncomfortable with the idea of dating her boss.  When that hadn’t worked, she’d, in no uncertain terms, told him to basically take a long jump off a short pier.

Which was why she’d gotten such a poor rating on her recent performance review.  

Not a team player.

Unprofessional in her communications with colleagues.

It made her want to bitch slap him into the next century.  If the CEO and head of HR weren’t good buddies with him, she might have thought of reporting him.  As it was, she was trying to decide between looking for another job and filing a sexual harassment suit.  Neither sounded particularly appealing right now, so she downed another huge swallow of her Argentine Malbec and let the dry wine wash the bad taste out of her mouth.

Unfortunately, that emptied her glass, and she didn’t think she could suffer the catty, shrill voices of her coworkers sober, so she tapped her glass and gestured over her shoulder at the bar, indicating she was getting a refill.

Nobody paid her any mind, which was just as well.

When she got there, she signaled the bartender, but was immediately distracted when a deep voice, smooth and rich as a good whiskey, spoke up.  

“Bad day?”

She rolled her eyes, but then turned to him, smirking when she took into the total hottie sitting next to her.  He had the look of a Wall Street Exec, with a slick suit and perfectly coiffed hair and beard, but it was more than that.  He was gorgeous, temptation in a suit.  Her mouth went dry, and suddenly she just wanted to lick him.  She let out a shaky breath, then responded.  “Bad year.”

He nodded.  “I could make it better,” he said as the refill arrived.

She turned, reached for it, then turned back to him as she took a small sip this time.  She smiled behind her glass.  This man was someone to be savored.  “And how is that?”

He leaned in, lightly brushing his fingers over her unoccupied hand.  “I could make all your dreams come true.”

She laughed, almost spilling her drink, and shook her head.  “Oh you…”

He pulled back, but didn’t stop touching her hand.  “Glad I could make you laugh.”

And that, God, that was sexy.  Some guys, especially her boss, would throw a fit if you laughed at them.  Not this guy.  He had a calm confidence that made her want to present herself as an offering to him, if only to see how many times he could get her off in a single night.  He would be perfect one night stand material.

Not that she usually did those.

But with him, she was tempted.  

“Name’s Lilith.”

His smile grew.  “Lilith is a demon name.”

She rolled her eyes.  “Gotta say, that’s a first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard someone trying to hit on me by calling me a demon.”

He shrugged, his eyes twinkling in the low lighting of the bar.  “Well, my name’s Lucifer.  Who do you think has it worse?”

She chuckled and raised her glass to him.  “Touché.”  

Read the full 5k story on Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lgcjnfvhyn/story/ltlv35v84u/chapter/m7tee8qjj12

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Not Alone...

Scottie paused, chewing his lip, but then nodded.

Van froze as that pale pink lip disappeared between those white teeth, his focus again lost.

“Van?” Scottie asked, snapping him out of it.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

“Let’s go,” Van said, feeling awkward a bit embarrassed.  So, unable to look at Scottie without heat rising to his cheeks, he spun on his heel and pretended that lapse in judgment had never happened.

What the hell’s happening to me?

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A Deal with a Demon

“Yes, yes, take it,” he said, his own voice unusually breathy.  “Take my cock.  Take my seed.”

“Yes, breed me.  Give me your baby.  Make me yours.”  

“Forever, baby.  Forever.  I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, and you’re gonna love it.  I’m gonna take you away, and you’re never gonna know another moment of pain.  I’m gonna make you happy for eternity.”

“Yes, please,” she said, keening as her pussy locked down in her first orgasm.

Lucifer let loose, his peak washing over him like a warm bath.  “Yes,” he said, before lowering her to the bed, his movements slow as he continued to thrust into her slowly.

She sighed.  “That was amazing.”

He smirked.  “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

Read the whole 5k word story on Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lgcjnfvhyn/story/ltlv35v84u/chapter/m7tee8qjj12

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Endangered

Callie woke in the most horrifying way possible–to something shoving its way into her vagina.

She screamed, thrashing about blindly, trying to dislodge whoever or whatever was violating her.  It took several moments for her to open her eyes and notice the shape of the blankets still covering her, the slight bulge at her stomach that made her realize there was a slight, wet weight resting there.

She yanked the blankets away, her mind blanking as she took in the scene.  A mottled green and brown tentacle monster was sitting on her stomach, its flesh wet and glistening in the moonlight.  All around it tentacles flailed about, now that they weren’t weighed down by the blankets.

“No!  Get off!” she screamed, pushing at the slippery beast, her limbs thrashing ineffectually at it.  She couldn’t get traction, couldn’t get a grip, and the more she fought the squishy mound, the worse her situation grew.  

When she tried to push it away with her arms, tentacles came out and locked them to her sides.

When she tried to knee and kick it away, suddenly she was bent in half, her knees pressed up tight to her sides, her heels locked against her butt.

She whimpered and cried, pleading, her voice now the only weapon left to her, but the thing had no mercy.  In fact, now that she couldn’t fight back, she watched as the unused tentacles shifted gears, surging between her legs and ramping up the pressure in her sex.  She screamed, but it didn’t make a difference.  The pressure grew and grew as more of this monster’s mass pushed between her legs.  It seemed impossible, and she was certain it should have hurt, but all she felt was pressure, as if she’d been anesthetized somehow.  

For a spell, there seemed to be no change, just impossible girth and a deep pressure that didn’t seem to let up… until it did.  She gasped, feeling something deep inside her give way, knowing something must have gone horribly wrong, but not really sure what.

Then the creature’s core shifted positions, moving between her legs.  She gasped, begging, “No, no, no,” her head shaking from side to side, as it pressed against her entrance.

But it couldn’t get in, could it?  It was impossible.  It was too big, right?  It was far thicker than a cock, maybe even thicker than a baby’s head.   She wasn’t sure.  She didn’t have much experience with babies, after all.

Then she felt herself stretch, her flesh giving way, and she marveled, mouth slack, at the lack of pain.  Her body was actually accommodating that thing.  It seemed impossible.  But as the seconds ticked by, she could definitely feel it burrowing deeper, making progress through a passage that should only ever see a cock or a babe.

It slipped deeper and deeper, her mind rebelling but also fatalistically accepting what was happening to her.  It was making its way inside her.  She couldn’t stop it.  She could only bear with it and pray for it to be over soon.

The moment came not that long after.  There was an intense pressure, so intense she could barely breathe, then it was like a rubber band snapping, and she felt it fall into her womb, its tentacles releasing her limbs as they, too, pulled into her body, disappearing out of sight.

For a moment, her limbs collapsed next to her, too shocked to do anything but stare at the white ceiling, feel the coldness of the slime coating her stomach and thighs, and process the novel feeling of pressure in her stomach.

Continue reading at https://reamstories.com/page/lgcjnfvhyn/story/ltlv35v84u/chapter/m7te8iznca9

This is a multipart story, about 5k words, and while this part might have some horror elements, it gets better, kinkier, more romantic. :-)

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I created an aquatic alien who after a hunting accident could no longer live on her home world.

love a monster with a little bit of damage. a minotaur with a broken horn. a werewolf with a torn ear. an orc covered in battle scars. give me a demon who's been lashed a thousand times, and I'll give him a safe place to lay his head ❤️

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Everyone Deserves A Happy Ending turned 1 today!

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Gorgeous.

Serenity.

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As an avid TTRPGer, lol.

Roll for initiative.

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Pretty!🤩

A fierce orc warrior on a mission: seeking a sweet woman to obey him 😈

This brand-new art is of Silfast, the burly, bossy orc from my spicy story Offered by the Orc! In it, he finds a soft, lonely woman on an altar in the forest, and decides to make a "sacrifice" to his goddess...

This new Silfast will soon be on the updated ebook cover of Offered by the Orc! But if you'd like to grab the current version, you can get it for free when you sign on for my emails at finleyfenn.com.

Silfast is by the incredible Helena Nikulina, who's also illustrated the updated covers for my first three Orc Sworn books! She's an absolute genius and I am so grateful 💚

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Seems to be a D&D day for me here on tumblr… I’ve seen a few now.

NSFW content!

On the topic of monster menaces who love to tease you...mimic monster surprising you with his presence at the most inconvenient times.

Your face gradually pales in horror upon discovering that the sofa you're currently sitting on with your friend is actually your cheeky partner. You can feel his hands kneading your thighs from underneath the plush material, making their way to your private parts.

Now you have to sip on your coffee and pretend you're not being fingered by literal furniture, as your friend chats away blissfully oblivious.

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The scientist in me got a little kick out of this.

Department of Monster Affairs

Public Health Alert

Minotaur Essence Products

In recent months, the sale of magical consumable items said to contain Minotaur essence in unregulated markets has increased. These items are often sold as giving people boosted energy, increasing their strength, and/or as sexual enhancers. Most often, these items are sold in small bottles similar to energy shots but have also been sold as gels or injections. Analysis by the Department of Monster Affairs shows that most of these items are dyed and flavored water, mundane steroids, or short-term and mild transformative magic potions. A small subset being sold as aphrodisiacs indeed contain Minotaur essence. Specifically, they contain Minotaur semen. Minotaur semen contains compounds similar to alkyl nitrites (colloquially known as the drug “poppers”), which induce sensations of euphoria along with magical compounds that have muscle-relaxing and elasticizing effects. The semen of Minotaurs loses these effects within four to eight minutes of ejaculation. While Minotaur semen is not known to be addictive, it can cause psychological dependency with long-term repeated exposure. Any exposure to unknown sexual fluids carries the risk of sexually transmitted infections. Additionally, for people with uteruses who are ovulating, inserting Minotaur semen into the vaginal cavity recreationally may lead to pregnancy due to the potent nature of Minotaur spermatozoa which can stay alive for over one week without preservation efforts.  The public is warned against consuming any of these unregulated products, magical or mundane, as there may be adverse health risks. If you know of people selling these products, please contact your local Wardens or call or email the Department of Monster Affairs.

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After Party - NSFW minotaur x fem!reader

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A place to start...

So... mayyyybe I've been doing this a little off. Seems a lot of people have pinned posts with all there links and stuff out there to make it easier to navigate.

A Little About Me:

I am a Sci-Fi Romance author by day, mad scientist by night (mwahahahaha!!!)

I write with the motto "Everyone Deserves a Happy Ending"

I am queer and neurodivergent, and I like including those types of things in my writing.

I like to put my characters in mortal peril.

I am learning to draw and paint in Procreate and hope to one day be able to do decent character art for my stories.

I like to do my own cover designs (though I've had to outsource some that I wasn't happy with my original designs for...).

Supporting Me Elsewhere/More Reading:

I have stuff available both for free and paid, depending on your fancy. I'm currently working on getting all my books available on all major retailers (as of 07FEB2025) with the goal of getting them all up wide/on pre-order by end of 2025. All of my books will eventually be available through Kobo Plus, libraries, and I think a few other subscription sites that Draft2Digital has access to (if you're looking for free but still supporting me).

You can find my full book list here: https://www.theeternalscribe.com/book-list/

If you're looking for freebies, I have my serial, Fated Mates of the Drakoan, available via Wattpad, Inkitt, my subscription, and eventually my website.

I also include free stuff on my subscription on the follower tier as well as my mailing list.

Social media-wise, I'm currently most active on Blue Sky.

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Commission for anon

A/N: This is a continuation to this and this, be sure to check those two because this will make more sense. ALSO! You can check how Ambrose looks here, isn’t he beautiful?

Christmas present

Minotaur (Ambrose) x fem!reader || bladder control, piss kink (kinda), squirting (kinda?), dom/sub dynamic, degradation, pet play, humiliation, (lowkey) edging, overstimulation, dirty talk || tw: piss

When you got home you bee-lined for the bathroom, telling Ambrose to wait for you in the living room as you prepared his surprise. He smirked, and said he would do the same. You did a fast job getting into your new red lingerie, the one you knew looked fantastic against your skin and stared at yourself in the mirror for a bit longer than necessary. You decided to paint your lips just to add an extra touch to your present.

You knew you could get him to do whatever he wanted with you any day, but you weren’t one to wear lingerie that often, at least not the kind of lingerie that framed your sexy places but hid absolutely nothing. There was a hole right at your crotch that would make it extra easy for him to slip inside, and your boobs were framed with pretty lace that covered absolutely nothing.

You looked… kind of hot. The ugly voices in your head telling you that you didn’t, but you shut them up, trying to remain focused on your boyfriend. You covered yourself with a bathrobe and walked to the living room, where Ambrose was nowhere to be seen.

You called out for him and he called back. You followed his voice to your room, where he was naked and spread on the bed, his hands tied over his head and his horns pressing against the wall. He looked good enough to eat and you had to pause for a second so you wouldn’t come right there. Good goddess, he looked good enough to eat.

You gaped for a few seconds before you could talk. “What is this?”

“Your special surprise, sunshine. Today you can do whatever you want to me,” he moved his hands to prove he was tied. You both knew he could break free anytime he wanted, but the illusion of control was enough.

“But… But I…” You didn’t know how to tell him your present was exactly the same. You wanted him to have you however he wanted and now… You didn’t know what to say.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, already smelling the worry in your tone. “Is this wrong? Do you not want this?” He asked, his hands twisting trying to get free of the restrains.

“No!” You stopped him, looking at him intently and measuring your options. You wanted it. You wanted to control him for once. “I- I like it,” your voice had an edge of unsureness, but you could deal with that.

“Good. Then what are you waiting for?” The smile on his mouth was mischievous enough to make your pussy tingle. You could do this, you could be the domme in this situation.

“Don’t you want to see your present?” You asked, a hint of bratiness in your tone. He nodded, licking his lips as he realized you were wearing a robe. You dropped it, and he gasped, pulling against the restrains as if he was already desperate to touch you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his fists twitching against the headboard. “You look… Fuck, sunshine. You look gorgeous. I regret the restrains now,” he lamented, looking at you like you were his next meal.

“I- I don’t know… I just… I know I’m not the prettiest, or the hottest but I…” That’s all you could say before you heard a snap of metal and Ambrose was jumping off the bed, launching at you and pushing you against the wall.

You should have anticipated that.

“What did we say about talking bad about yourself, sunshine?” His tone was no longer reverent or trying to be submissive. He was all dominance and possessiveness, and your body was melting against the wall. He cupped your pussy, and the second he realized there was a hole and he could touch your clit without fabric in the middle, he smirked cruelly at you. “What did we say?” He repeated, his fingers rubbing circles over your clit and driving you crazy within seconds.

He drove you to the edge and stopped. You whined and he did it again. And again. Until you could feel your juices gushing out of you and running down his wrist and your tights. He was barely doing anything, but you were so horny and so ready to come you were going insane.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You begged over and over, his hands still playing with your welcoming pussy. Fingering you until your legs gave out and he had to hold you up against the wall.

“For what?” He punctuated with such a hard thrust of his fingers as your eyes rolled back into your head.

You breathed hard, words difficult to form in your fucked out brain. “For talking bad about myself,” you whispered, your body sagging against the wall, trying to roll your hips against his hand, but he didn’t let you.

“Repeat it,” he ordered. “Be a good slutty pet and do as I say, sunshine.”

“I’m sorry for talking bad about myself,” you repeated after a pause, your breathing labored.

“That’s a good pet, so obedient. I’m the only one who can tell you how pathetic you are when you are panting around my cock. Such a needy pet, always ready to be fucked. I bet you are always a bit wet, I bet I could slip my dick inside of you anytime of the day and you’d be begging me to come in less than a minute. You are that easy for me, aren’t you?” His dirty words only sent you higher, panting as he smiled, amused.

“For you, only for you,” you agreed, his fingers going faster, his thumb rubbing your clit in the best way possible and your brain melting.

“Good,” he growled.

It happened so fast you barely processed it. One second you were against the wall with his fingers inside of you, and the next one you were on the bed, face down and ass up, his dick pressing against your welcoming heat. He bottomed out in one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep and so harsh you yelped, but it was rapidly replaced with the most intense pleasure as he started to fuck you like a beast.

You were chanting his name, and when he slapped your ass, you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted. You screamed as the first orgasm of many washed over your body, your muscles twitching around him as he grunted about how good you felt, how tight and hot.

You were trembling when you came down, but he didn’t stop. He grabbed the edge of your lace panties and pulled back, using it like reins to fuck you harder, faster, until his movements were faster than lightning and you were coming again.

And he kept going.

It was maddening and perfect, but you felt a growing pressure inside of you. “I’m gonna… I don’t know if I can hold… I need to pee!” You told him, desperate. You didn’t want… You couldn’t...

“No,” he denied, his dick hitting deep and hard, not stopping for even a millisecond.

“Please, please, Ambrose… I’m gonna…” You begged, not sure what you wanted, but he kept fucking you and your brain was foggy with pleasure and the need for release.

“You can’t hold it in? What a bad pet. Are you going to piss all over yourself and make a mess, sunshine?” His harsh words were doing something for you, your brain barely functioning as the pressure and pleasure grew and grew. You were about to burst.

“Please!” You begged again, a bit too loudly, but you didn’t care.

He leaned down over your body, his hand finding your clit and rubbing it rapidly. “Do it,” he whispered against your ear.

Your whole body shocked as if lightning hit you, the pressure inside of you releasing so fast and so hard you couldn’t keep your eyes open, and your mouth parted on a scream so loud you were sure your neighbors three blocks down could hear it. You weren’t sure if you peed, if you squirted or if it happened at the same time, but you never felt an orgasm so intense and a release so pleasurable in your life. Your whole body was trembling with aftershocks and sending little sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“Are you done?” He asked, his dick still inside of your pussy. You couldn’t answer, the moment you opened your mouth, the only thing that escaped was a broken whine and some babbling. He chuckled and patted your head as if you were a pet. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. “Finally fucked the brat out of you,” he joked, rolling his hips and making your eyes roll back into your head.

And then he started moving again. With each thrust your body shock with a tiny orgasm. The oversensitivity was so high you couldn’t keep your eyes open, your mouth constantly drooling over the sheets as he fucked you. It was the most intense experience of your life, and by the time he finally pushed his come into you, you were barely a human anymore, just a slutty pet for him to play with…

You blacked out for a few seconds, and when you returned to your senses he was carrying you bridal style. He helped you to a bath as he changed the sheets and then joined you, slipping behind you in the bathtub and holding you tight against his warm body.

“I didn’t get my present,” you finally choked out, the bratiness returning, making him chuckle.

“You can tie me up tomorrow, sunshine,” he whispered before kissing your sweaty forehead.

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Patreon commission for Anon

A/N: So, to understand this you have to know that minotaurs are extremely sex positive.

Presents with the in-laws

Minotaur (Ambrose) x fem!reader || sfw, tooth-rooting fluff

After the morning activities, your body was tired in the best way possible, but you were still wired. You were wearing the cute red mini-dress you bought a couple weeks ago, and you felt as beautiful as a butterfly in it, and Ambrose complimenting you every time you turned around was doing marvels to your self-confidence. (And maybe was making your pussy feel all tingly.)

But that still didn’t help with your nervousness.

There was still an underlying pressure inside your brain as Ambrose drove to your in-laws. Minotaur families were big, and Ambrose’s wasn’t different. They weren’t only a big family, but a tight one on top of it, so you felt a bit out of place every time you meet with them. It was fine, you knew it was fine, but for some reason, every time you were to spend time with them, you still ached with nerves.

But today was especially nerve-wracking because it was Christmas. Christmas morning with the in-laws, with the minotaur in-laws, people who loved Christmas so much their house looked like an amusement park from the outside, all bright and fun. You weren’t used to that, and it was driving you a bit crazy.

You bought a present for each one of them, and you put so much thought behind them that you were dying to know what they thought of them. But also, you were dreading it. What if they didn’t like them? What if they started hating you because they were awful gifts? Oh goddess, what if they forbid you from seeing Ambrose again because your presents were that bad?

Your inner turmoil was cut short when Ambrose asked: “What’s the matter, sunshine? Your smell and heartbeat are all over the place.” There was worry written all over his face.

“I- It’s nothing,” you mumbled, too embarrassed to confess your concerns.

He frowned, his profile looking mean for a total of two seconds before he talked again. “Don’t go there. You know we are in this together. We don’t hide stuff from each other, do we?”

He stared at you, his horns gracing the top of the car as he frowned in your direction. It lasted less than a second before he was looking at the road again, but only made you feel worse. You didn’t want to worry him, it had nothing to do with the him, it was just your brain being mean. He didn’t need to worry about it, you could deal with it on your own… Right?

“Answer me, do we hide stuff from each other?” His tone had an edge of pain that hurt you deeply, making you squirm in your seat as you felt your heart breaking a tiny bit.

“N-no,” you stuttered.

He was right, you didn’t do that to each other anymore, hiding what you felt caused too much pining in the past, and you agreed not to do it again. But it was hard sometimes, to tell him everything that worried you. You were a worrier, you had always something to worry about, damn it. If you had to tell him every single thing you would never be apart. But thinking about it… that didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

“So what’s on your mind, sunshine?” His voice was soft once again, a tiny smile playing on the corner of his lips. You wanted to kiss it, but you knew that would be dangerous, he was driving.

“I- I’m just nervous. What if they don’t like the presents I’ve got them? What if they think I’m invading their space in their special day?” You finally let out, a choked gasp escaping your mouth. You know most of it is self-doubt, but at the same time… what if?

“Oh, sunshine…” He whispered, his voice so soft and caring you felt like you were about to cry for real.

But then he stopped the car, parking on a random street and unbuckling you. He pulled you against his body, your legs at either side of the seat and making you have all kinds of dirty thoughts.

But he broke your horniness instantly: “They love you. I love you. They are going to love everything you got them and they are going to love to have you there.” He punctuated each word with a kiss to your temple, making you feel special.

You pulled back, staring into his eyes intently. “How can you know that?” You tried not to pout, but you ended up doing it either way. He chuckled lightly, kissing it away.

“Because I know them. And I know you. There’s no way my family is not in love with you,” you sniffle, hiding your face in his neck, emotions overtaking you. “In a slightly different way that I am,” he added to make you laugh. You let out a wet chuckle. “I tell you what, if they don’t like your presents I’ll let you do whatever you want with me later,” the innuendo in his tone clear.

“How is that a consolation prize?” You asked with a giggle, your eyes blurry with unshod tears.

“You have fun, I have fun, I’d say it’s a good prize for both of us,” he teased, his hands slipping under the hem of your dress and touching your matching red panties. You whined softly, and he grunted. “Stop, we can’t get caught fucking on the side of the road.”

“We can’t?” You answered as you dismounted his lap, rubbing against his hard on to make him as horny as you felt. He groaned, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“We can’t. We have gifts to deliver,” he said all serious, as if it was his duty to do so and throwing you in a fit of giggles as he started the car again, your nerves a bit calmed.

Everyone was cheerful when you walked in, Ambrose gathered the kids in his arms and spun them around as they screamed in glee, making you smile as you carried the presents. The kids were first opening everything, getting super excited over the art supplies you got them, and instantly asking to go play with them, which worked wonders because that meant the adults could exchange presents without tiny ears and eyes looking.

They all insisted on starting with you, shoving presents your way until you were giggling. You opened the first present and had to cover your mouth to stop the gasp from escaping. In your hands was a very explicit, very hot lingerie set in the prettiest shade of red ever.

You looked around until your eyes landed on your sister in law, covering her mouth to stop from bursting out laughing as she stared at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. You looked around, trying to know if someone else knew, your mother in law was equally amused, and your stupid boyfriend was smirking so big his face was going to split in two.

You never got used to how sex-positive the minotaurs were. It was refreshing, but also made you a bit shy.

You opened a few more gifts, some cute socks for your cold feet, some pretty sun-covers for you to wear outside, a pretty red lipstick that would “look great on you” (as per Ambrose’s sister’s opinion) and some art supplies you wanted for a long time. Ambrose gave you a huge plushie, and whispered against your ear that the real present was inside his pants, making you choke out a laugh so loud everyone stared at you.

And then it was Ambrose’s turn. He picked out the present with the cute cow-print paper, the one you got for him as a joke. You held out your breath when he was opening it, knowing full well what was inside. He opened it with careful fingers, and when he saw what the text on the shirt, big bold letters writing “milk machine”, he burst out laughing so hard you saw tears in his eyes. He turned it around for his family to see, making all of them burst of laughing as your face flushed bright red.

“You like it?” You asked when his laugh died down a bit.

“I fucking love it. I love you.” He leaned across the sofa to kiss your forehead, making your heart go crazy. “Thank you so much, I will wear this to work tomorrow,” he assured you, making you smile.

After that, all felt like a dream. They made you feel like one more, they made you feel like you belong with them and your heart felt so full it was about to explode.

Your nerves calmed down while you ate lunch, but when you were leaving, it returned with a vengeance when you remembered that you had a “special surprise” reserved for Ambrose at home. One that, hopefully, would make both of you extremely happy…

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Commission for anon

Unexpected awakening

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || somno, oral sex, edging, orgasm denial, (very light) pet play

You woke up way too early because you had to pee, and for some reason you couldn’t get back asleep. So you stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours but was probably like 10 minutes. Your brain was too wired and you really wanted something to keep you focused and out of your nerves about the Christmas lunch in your in-laws. You already knew all of them, but it was the first time you’d have to face them all at once. So you were a bit more than nervous.

Ambrose shifted in his sleep, turning to you with his mouth open and a soft snore leaving his soft lips. He looked so handsome when he was asleep, you couldn’t contain yourself and had to press your thighs together not to reach down and touch yourself.

But then you had an idea.

He didn’t like that you touched yourself if he wasn’t watching… but he never said anything about touching him. You’d talked about somno a few times before, and both of you were very okay with it. The idea of your partner playing with you because they couldn’t wait till you were awake… that ignited a fire inside of you that made you groan softly, covering your mouth to avoid waking him.

You reached down and copped a feel of his already hard dick. He was always ready, you didn’t know how he did it but his stamina could easily match yours (which was saying a lot). You jerked him slowly, staring at his face as it contorted in pleasure. It was so hot you were already dripping wet.

You moved down the bed trying to be as careful as possible not to wake him. It wasn’t too hard because he was such a heavy sleeper you could probably drop a pan next to him and he would still be sleeping. But you were careful either way, the whole sneaking around thing making you hornier as you arrived to your destination.

Being face to face with his huge dick always left you speechless, he was so big… You were amazed he could fit inside of you at all. But he did, and it made you feel so good you saw whole galaxies. You licked the tip and he groaned, the sound urging you to go faster, already knowing he would wake up soon. You wrapped your lips around his tip and started sucking hard, going down as far as you could in one go and bobbing your head.

“Sunshine, fuck!” He cursed, almost waking up as he struggled. His dick twitched in your mouth and you groaned at the same time he did.

His hand flew to your head, tangling in your hair, and you hummed, making him open his eyes with a shout as he jerked under you. You smiled around his cock, looking up at him with a spark of mischief in your eyes. He blinked slowly and cursed a bunch more as you bobbed your head more.

He looked at you with unfocused eyes for a few more seconds until you felt his hand tightening in your hair, pulling softly and making you groan again. “You’ve been a very bad pet, haven’t you, sunshine?” He said, not letting you move. You nodded, his dick still in your mouth. “But dang… Your mouth,” he pushed as far as he could go and you choked around him. He rapidly pulled back, your eyes teary as the grin he sent your way made your pussy tingle. “Such a dirty slut, my little sunshine… If you wanted me to fuck your face you just needed to say so,” he said in the most sweet-fake voice ever.

And that’s all the warning you got before he was face-fucking you with all the intent. His hands were in your head, controlling your movements as he thrust in and out of your welcoming mouth. You groaned around him, your saliva dripping around him as he took his pleasure out of you.

He came with a shout, your name sounding like a prayer on his lips as he looked down at you like you held the moon. But it only lasted a second. His smirk and the glint of danger in his eyes rapidly replaced the softness. You sucked one more time, making him groan and frown at you.

He pulled you off by your hair, making you whine pathetically as his hand grabbed your chin. You directed your best puppy dog eyes at him, but he only chuckled. “Oh no, sunshine, that’s not going to save you now.”

He manhandled you onto your back, making you held your legs back as he stared at your clenching hole with a predatory smile. He looked you up and down for a bit, not doing anything, not saying anything, making your pulse leap as the anticipation built inside of you.

He took his phone and looked at the clock. “So… We are in a hurry, because we need to get ready to go meet my family.” You nodded, your pussy clenching around emptiness as he stared at your needy center. “I’m going to set an alarm, and I’m going to eat you out for…” he thought about it for a few seconds, “40 minutes.” You nodded eagerly. “BUT! You can’t come. Can you do that little slut? Can you be a good slutty human for me and not come for 40 minutes?” He asked rhetorically, a cruel grin in his face.

“I- I don’t know if I can,” you responded, already feeling on edge after being face-fucked by your minotaur.

“You can,” he simply affirmed. “And you wanna know why? Because that’s your only option if you want to come at all today,” he finished with a chuckle.

“Wha- what do you mean?” You asked, your voice trembling a bit. You wanted to come so bad you would do whatever he wanted as long as he let you come.

“I have a very special Christmas surprise for you… But you have to earn it. Only good pets get rewards and presents, don’t they?” His tone was amused and your brain short circuited for a second.

“Ngh… Yes.”

“Good pet,” he praised, making you preen with the attention. “Now smile,” he said as he directed the phone to you, taking a pic of your already messy face. You knew he wanted the comparison. A pic of you before and after he was done with you, and it only turned you on more. Fuck, he knew you so well. “Time starts ticking… now.” He pressed the time and went to town.

You thought he was going to play soft, maybe be a little more careful with you so you could at least try to hold on for 40 minutes. But that wouldn’t be as fun, would it? He went directly for it, flicking your clit with his big tongue, rubbing at your entrance with his thumb as you screamed his name.

He used all his tricks on you, his long rough tongue hitting every single pleasure point in and out of you as he played with you like you were nothing but his puppet. He was finger fucking you as his tongue was all over at once. You couldn’t even focus in one place because it was too much, too fast… everywhere.

You were chanting his name, your body going tense as you tried your best to hold on, but you were so close… “Ambrose. Ambrose, I’m gonna…” You tried to warn him, pulling on his horns as he chuckled against your center.

“Ts, ts, ts… Not yet,” he warned, pulling back for a few seconds until you could feel the orgasm slipping away from you.

Just to lean down and start doing it all over again.

He did that so many times you lost count of how many orgasms he denied you. You were panting, screaming and tearing up as he refused to let you come. You wanted to look at the clock, see how much you had to hold on, but he put it far away that you couldn’t take a peek. Fuck.

“Ambr- Ambrose… How much… How much longer?” You squealed between groans and whines. You felt like your whole body was an exposed nerve, and every touch of his hands or his tongue drove you to the edge. But he still didn’t let you come. Fuck.

He pulled back, his fingers pressing against your G-spot as he looked at the phone. “A few more minutes, sunshine. You are doing so well… Such a good slutty pet for me,” his praise made you twitch.

You were sure he said it to be comforting, but it only drove you closer to the edge as you screamed his name once again. Your throat felt raw already, and you couldn’t even think how fucked out you’d sound later today. You were going to meet his family and your voice is going to be fucked. Goddammit.

And then the alarm went off.

And you followed.

Your body exploded in a thousand tiny pieces. His cruel laugh following your orgasm as you convulsed under him and your pussy twitched uncontrollably around his fingers. His thumb never left your clit, rubbing it in the best possible way to make your orgasm reach new heights. One of his fingers rubbing your G-spot so insistently that your breath got caught in your lungs as you felt like a dam inside of you broke down and a gush of fluids left your pussy to hit him right in his stupidly pretty face.

You squirted all over him as he laughed in delight. You wanted to hate him for being so cocky, but you couldn’t hold any thought at all, your brain completely online as your body thrashed. When you came down from one of the most intense orgasms of your life, he was staring at you with wet fur and the biggest smile ever.

He grabbed the phone with his free hand and took a pic of you, turning the phone so you could see as he said proudly: “Look how pathetic you look, pet.” You blushed, embarrassment filling your tummy as he laughed at you once more. He kissed your sweaty forehead and turned all sweet when he asked: “Are you less nervous now?”

“Ngh,” you tried to respond, unable to focus enough to form words. Yeah. You were less nervous now, but the anticipation for his “special surprise” was higher than ever.

[authordanielleforrest]

Sounds about right.

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