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cys-mental-escapades · 3 years ago

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Scratch My Back, & I Scratch Yours

Ruggie Bucchi X Male!Reader

Warnings: Friends with Benefits, Handjob, Blowjob, Rimming, Tickling, 69ing, Giggly Sex

Originally, this was written to be a 69 deep throating fic, but ended up being a fic about you and Ruggie being giggly dorks together while sucking each other’s dicks.

All characters are 18+

Ruggie and you have developed quite a unique friendship since first crossing paths. It was a slow burn type of friendship, what with the two of you being busy with school work, you dealing with Crowley’s tasks and the overblots, and Ruggie picking up Leona’s slack and working odd jobs. Neither got to see each other much while on campus or in class, and yet, you two were known to be super close.

So close in fact, that behind closed doors and out of the public eye, you and the hyena beastman would exchange sexual favors. Yep, you and him had a friends with benefits thing going on and both of you were perfectly content with keeping it that way.

But how did this come to fruition despite your lack of interaction outside of the bedroom?

Well, put simply, it was because of the shared fact you two were dirt poor and found solace in that. Ruggie had noticed your lack of lunch one day and overheard you explaining to the ADeuce duo that you lacked the proper funds to buy lunch that week. Without even thinking about it, Ruggie had swiped a sandwich from a student he knew was rather well off, and gave it to you, offering to teach you some tricks to feed your empty belly.

That’s where the friends part came in.

The benefits part arose after one particular incident when Ruggie was tutoring you in your bedroom and you jokingly said you’d suck his dick as payment for the private tutor session. You both laughed it off, and yet, you found yourself on your knees in front of him, messily deep throating his cock like a man starved.

After that day, the two of you realized how pent up and frustrated you both were, given your circumstances, and came to an agreement to help the other blow off some steam. It became a near weekly occurrence to meet up at each others bedrooms and do the nasty.

Which leads us to the current events taking place in Ruggie’s bedroom while most of the dorm is out at some Magift game. The two of you had done off with your clothes entirely and had gotten into a position the two of you agreed on. Since your time was limited, as Ruggie might be called off to assist in the game, you and him decided to just 69-it for today.

Kill two birds with one stone, or in this case, blow two loads with one position.

Ruggie was on top this time around, leaving you to nestle underneath him, back resting comfortably on the bedsheets while he was on his hands and knees, making quick work of groping at your dick and balls. He always was the more impatient one of you two.

You preferred to take things slow, gently pumping his cock by the time he had his mouth on yours. You groaned when you felt his sharp teeth graze the sensitive skin of your member. Then your body jolted at the teasing sensation of sharp nails raking their way against your balls, making your dick twitch around his now smirking lips.

You huffed and responded in kind, by abandoning his dick all together and using both hands to grab at and spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his puckering hole to you. You stuck out your tongue and proceeded to lick a slow, tantalizing strip all along his hole, making him gasp around your dick.

He moaned as you continued to draw circles around his tight, winking hole, occasionally plunging the hot, wet muscle past the ring of flesh and tongue fucking him. Ruggie had released your length from his mouth at this point to let out soft moans and giggles.

You smirked, knowing full well how much this drove him crazy, a mix of pleasure and ticklishness, you knew his weakness. But you weren’t through with him just yet and you proceeded to torture him further by flicking the tip of your tongue against his asshole.

This had him howling at the feather-like touches of your tongue. His cute little laughs were like music to your ears as he tried to pry himself away from the tickling sensation. His ears were pressed back and tail wagging wildly as he couldn’t escape from your grasp.

Suddenly, your body stopped its ministries and you found your body acting without your permission. It must be Ruggie’s signature spell, you realized.

“Shishishi, alright, that’s enough.” He managed to get out between giggles. “Now it’s my turn for some fun.~”

Your eyes widened as your body started to mimic his own movements, groping at his crotch as he did yours. You chocked on a moan as he slowly pumped your cock before beginning to lick along the underside and up to the swollen head.

You followed suite, licking your own strip along his length and sucking on the tip. You could taste the precum from earlier on your tongue as you lapped at the leaking slit. A gluttonous groan reverberated deep in your throat in response to both sensations.

You could just feel Ruggie’s lips curl up into a smirk around your dick as he made to take more of you into his mouth. In turn, you did the same, forcing your jaw to relax and cheeks to puff out.

You could only mentally roll your eyes at the action, knowing you didn’t have to worry too much since the hyena knew a thing or two about blowjobs. He has done this before, using his magic to take control and have you just mimic his much more skilled actions.

You were just along for the ride.

Before long, Ruggie had found a rhythmical pace of bobbing his head along your length, taking you down deeper and deeper into his mouth with each lustful gulp. Saliva was pooling in both of your mouths and coating either’s length and dripping from the corners of your lips.

You were moaning like a whore as his pace picked up in speed and he started to grope and massage your balls. His were sensitive, much like his hole, so he couldn’t help but stifle a few laughs while you were groping at his. The vibrations from his throat traveled along your member, adding onto the already piling pleasure and making you moan around his.

Ruggie’s tail was wagging like crazy above you, making you laugh at how adorable it was. This caught the attention of your friend, making him laugh along with you. The two of you were laughing, mixing together with your moans and the lewd sounds of slurping.

But all good things must come to an end and suddenly you found yourself gagging on the sudden rush of hot cum spurting into your mouth and down your throat, forced to swallow the thick load. Some had slipped past your lips, mixing with the saliva and dripping messily down your chin.

Ruggie released his magic hold on you, allowing you to remove his dick from your mouth with an audibly sloppy-sounding “pop!” You coughed and sputtered while trying to catch your breath and prevent yourself from choking any further.

“You good there?”

He had stopped sucking your dick to check up on you, still licking and mouthing at the underside. You nodded, still coughing and unable to form words, but flashed him a thumbs up.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Should have warned ya it was coming.”

No no, you should have expected it, knowing what tickling does to him. If he’s laughing then it usually means he’s cumming. No harm, no foul.

“Well, still sorry though… Guess I better make it up to you, eh?~”

He gave a cheeky wink and immediately swallowed your whole cock into his mouth, deep throating you once again and proceeded to bring you to orgasm.

You gasped and couldn’t help but thrust into his mouth, the heat pooling and building in your abdomen. Your hands grabbed onto his waist on instinct, needing something to ground you as your orgasm quickly approached.

The hyena laughed again, tongue lapping at the underside, the action finally making you see white and your head throw back against the cushions. Your own load of creamy cum shot out into his mouth and down his greedy throat.

While you were panting and trying to catch your breath a second time, Ruggie made quick work hungrily licking up any stray remnants of your release from you. His tail was still lazily wagging behind him and you made to push him off of you.

“You don’t need to do that. That’s why I started bringing towels with me, for this exact reason.” You informed him.

“Hey, Grandma Bucchi said never to waste a warm meal.” He licked his chops with a grin.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Says the one who had my dick down his throat just a minute ago.”

You scoffed and playfully shoved his shoulder, earning another “shishishi” from him. You plopped back down onto the sheets and watched as he got up from the bed and stretched his aching muscles.

“Huh, where are you going?”

Ruggie didn’t stop from gathering up his clothes and began to put them back on. He slipped on his boxers and made to put his pants on next.

“This was fun, but I got chores to finish. Maybe I can see you later tonight or-“

You cut him off as he lifted up his arms to put on his shirt, wrapping your arms around his midsection and pulling him back onto the bed with you. The motion caught him completely off guard and he tumbled into the sheets and onto your lap.

“Oh no no no, you’re not going anywhere. Not until I get my aftercare cuddles first!”

The hyena struggled in your grasp, trying to wrestle his way out of your arms, but you weren’t budging. You made to flip him over so that you were now on top and using your weight to keep him pinned.

“We’ll cuddle later tonight, when all my chores are finished! But right now I have a long list of things Leona assigned me and-“

“Nope!” You cut him off by running your fingers along his stomach and sides, making him howl with winded laughter.

“I want cuddles now.”

You continued to playfully tickle the hyena, pinching at his sides and lightly blowing in his adorably fluffy ears and making them twitch.

“You work so hard and need a bit of a break. Just cuddle with me for a bit and once you’ve regained your strength, I’ll help you with some of the chores. Deal?”

You stopped your ticklish assault to allow him to breath and give a response. With no other choice, lest you continue to trap him with his one weakness, Ruggie nodded and agreed to stay for a little while longer.

The two of you got comfortable on the bed, him resting on top of you, head laying in the crook of your neck while you pet his ears. His tail occasionally would wag for a split second before going limp once more.

Before long your friend was snoozing away on your chest, soft snores escaping him. You gave a content sigh, planning to wake him in half an hour or so, but for now, just enjoying the comfortable moment together.

The two of you were exhausted and deserved a break.

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cys-mental-escapades · 3 years ago

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Raz’khul

Rating: NSFW Pairing: Male Uruk-hai x Plus-size Male MC Warnings: Blood, gore, symbolic cannibalism? (It’s weird and in a dream), violent sex, hair pulling.

Not me forgetting that Orctober was a thing and scrambling to write something up. Have a spicy Uruk-hai lover with vulnerability issues.

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That night, you dream you hold your heart in your hands, kneeling in a swathe of light that comes from the moon above your head. In your palms, it still beats, blood trickling between your fingers like little streams that patter against the dirt like rain. You look up when the tent flap shifts and find him standing there silhouetted by the moonlight, naked as the day he was born. He crosses the space between you in a few short, powerful strides, kneeling before you and cupping his hands beneath yours.

As you watch, he paints his bruise-black skin with your blood: first a handprint over his face, and then intricate patterns that have been seared into your mind’s eye since the day you first laid eyes on him—the marks of war. He watches you intently as he does this, never blinking, never looking away. Your heart shrinks and crystallises beneath the intensity of his scrutiny, and you begin to feel cold and unfocused, the sight of him going fuzzy at the edges.

When your heart is little larger than a baby bird, his hands come up and close over it with a tenderness you rarely see in your waking moments, scooping it out of your hands and bringing it up to his tusked mouth to devour whole. This would alarm you in waking, but all you can feel is relief, like a weight lifting off of your shoulders of a burden held too long. He swallows and warmth blooms in your chest as your heart settles in his belly, nestled safely in the core of him, where no one can hurt it unless they cut him open and tear it out by hand.

You have always had a weak and fragile heart.

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Damhan and Altan, part two

Rating: SFW Pairing: Male Wereshark x Trans Male Werebear x Male reader

Had to go back and edit the first one because–surprise!–there’s polyamory. Who knew? Not me!

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My legs weren’t broken, and that was about the extent of the good news. It meant that we didn’t need to figure out the logistics of me moving around when I got out of the hospital, since a wheelchair would hurt and crutches would have been a nightmare. Still, I had three broken ribs and a couple hairline fractures to my spine, so I walked out of the place like I was Frankenstein’s monster from a black and white movie.

Damhan was there at the front of the hospital when I came out, straddling a motorcycle and gesturing for me to get on. I hesitated for a variety of reasons, not least of which because my body felt like I’d been abused like bongos in a Donkey Kong soundtrack; a ride on a motorbike did not seem appealing at the moment. For another, I barely knew the man except for the few days I’d been an inpatient in the hospital, where he’d done nothing but make a nuisance of himself to the staff by demanding better treatment for me and going back and forth between visiting me and his bear friend in jail.

Still, it was a free ride, and it would probably be easier to puke over the side of a motorcycle than it would be to throw up in a taxi. I hauled myself onto the bike behind Damhan, wincing all the while, and then mumbled my address to the wereshark I’d be trusting with my life. To be fair, he made sure I wore a helmet and hauled my arms around his torso, so I was relatively sure I’d at least die copping a good feel of the muscles that damn near shredded his shirt. The ride home was uneventful, but I was so dizzy on the cocktail of antibiotics, pain medication, and the antivenin regimen keeping me from turning into a were that I mostly kept my eyes shut and my face tucked in against Damhan’s shoulder.

“Hey.”

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Sheb and Meetak

Rating: General Relationship: FTM Goblin/FTM Minotaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Goblin, Minotaur, Transgender, Trans Monsters, Puppy Love, Orphans Content Warnings: Mention of Pregnancy Series: Shelter Forest - The Towns Words: 4937

Part one of a commission from @tiny-werebear! Two boys from the Coleville orphanage run away to the city of Dunmountain to achieve their dreams. That proves harder than they expected. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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“Do you think I’m weird?” The minotaur child asked the goblin child. The first time the minotaur asked the goblin this question was when they were both nine years old. The minotaur’s horns had only just started to come in.

“No,” The goblin said, sitting on the minotaur’s broad shoulder, looking out over the town of Coleville from the hilltop upon which they were perched. “Why would you be?”

“Well…” The minotaur said, looking away in shame. “My parents raised me as a girl before they died, and Mother Anne said that I’m a girl and she dresses me like a girl, but… I don’t feel like one. I feel like I’m supposed to be a boy.” It was the first time he’d ever said this out loud to anyone.

“I don’t think that’s weird,” The goblin said, patting the minotaur’s head. “You can’t help how you feel. I don’t feel like a girl most of the time, but I’m not sure if I’m a boy, either. Besides, goblins don’t think about things that way. There isn’t actually a word for ‘boy’ or ‘girl’ in goblin, you know.”

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Monster Match #40: Sarangay

For @doomfisthero: “I’m a 5'11’’ probably bisexual guy (he/him pronouns) with glasses, a preference for taller/larger men, and a fondness for fantasy and imagination. I would like a match who can comfort me and listen when my anxiety and depression take over, but who pushes me to be better. I like to read, play games, and write, and I have a lot of dreams but struggle with the idea of having to wait for them. Finally, I get lonely sometimes, and I’d love someone dependable who loves having me in their life.”

You’ve been matched with a Sarangay!

The Sarangay is a creature of Filipino folklore resembling a minotaur with a jewel or gemstone attached to its ears. Sarangay are described as half male water buffalo and half man. According to legends, the creatures guard their jewels in a similar manner as dragons and mercilessly kill attempted thieves. It was said that when a Sarangay becomes enraged, smoke issues from its nostrils.

Waking up in a hoard was always a bit disorienting, no matter how many times it happened.

“Ansel!” You shouted after coming to consciousness in the middle of a bed made of soft, beautiful furs sewn into a mattress, stuffed with fresh cotton, lying atop a pile of gold coins from 12th century Europe. “This is getting ridiculous!”

“What!” His deep baritone called from the other room. “You belong there; you’re my greatest treasure!”

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Another Discord prompt for you:

“I have secrets you don’t know about.” male orc x male (though it’s really gn) reader - sfw

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“I have secrets you don’t know about…” you whispered, desperately trying to stave off the shaking that had begun in your limbs, travelling in towards your heart’s centre, unbidden, unwanted, and uncontrollable.

He stared at you and then blinked softly. “Alright,” he rumbled. “You… uh… You want to talk about it?”

The mountain of shit you’d been through somehow didn’t seem ‘enough’ compared to the orc warrior’s violent past, but you felt your expression crumple before you’d even really registered it. “I…” you choked, and failed to keep going.

“Hey,” he crooned, and took a step towards you right before he enveloped you in his massive embrace.

Your mind went blank at the sudden contact and you looped your arms around his surprisingly soft middle before you’d even thought about it.

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Keep Me Warm Pt. 1 (NB!Squidperson x M!Human, NSFW)

My kink is open and honest communication. Also tentacles and prehensile genitalia.

Blair and Tilu are back, baby! Second part coming soon

Word Count: 2969

Includes: Non-human genitalia (tentacles), cockwarming, d/s undertones, coming untouched, mild consensual somnophilia, kink negotiation, perceived/ambient degradation

There wasn’t much that Blair felt he had to ask for in his relationship, sexually speaking. Tilu seemed to have a sixth sense for almost anything he wanted, broaching topics he had never dared voice about out loud with the same blunt honesty they did most other things. It was reassuring, the unspoken understanding that while Tilu wouldn’t be open to everything he wanted, and vice versa, they could talk about it openly and without judgement. And while he rarely had to, they had repeatedly said that they expected him to “put on his grown-up pants and ask” if he ever wanted something that they hadn’t already brought up. And he certainly intended to do just that.

They were sitting together on their couch in the golden sunlight of late afternoon. Blair was fiddling with a mug of warm, milky tea. Tilu had their bare feet tucked under his leg and was meticulously peeling an orange, a pile of pith and peel collecting in their lap.

“Tilu? Can I ask you something?”

They looked up from the knife they were running carefully between each segment. “Always. What’s up?”

He didn’t quite know how to bring it up, and the idea of finally saying it out loud made him nervous. “I want...um. Do you know anything about cockwarming?”

It didn’t even take a glance for Tilu to notice his nerves: the way he was swirling his mug, his painfully straight spine, the feverish rhythm of his feet tapping on the floor. They tugged one of their feet free and poked Blair in the side, trying to draw his attention back to them and away from his fear. “I know a bit, it seems like it would be nice. Why, you interested?” They shot him a devilish smile. “You know how much I like your dick. Can’t promise I’ll be very good though, I’m probably a little too impatient.”

Blair huffed out a single laugh. “Your teeth are also sharp, and you like biting things too much.” Tilu made a noise of indignation and poked him again, harder. He put down his tea and grabbed their ankle, bringing their foot to rest in his lap. He was smiling a little as he stroked their arch and the bones of their ankle, clearly still nervous but more settled than before. “And I didn’t mean me. I want to do it for you.”

“Blair, baby…” they said slowly, “I don’t have a cock.”

He stared at them. The expression on his face was one they were very familiar with, something caught between affection and exasperation. “I know that. But you do have other things that I can warm.”

“Oh. Ohhh,” they said, the realization visible in their eyes.

He nodded at them. The movement was a little shy, and he felt his face and ears heat up. His hand continued its nervous trail on their foot. Tilu put the knife down on the side table and began splitting the orange into segments. They collected half of them in their palm and gave them to Blair. He took the fruit gently, holding onto their hand long enough to kiss their knuckles.

Tilu giggled, flushing a little and tapping their fingers on his lips fondly. “I’m definitely interested, as long as you are. It seems like it would be really nice. Intimate.”

“Yeah.” Blair popped an orange segment in his mouth. “I want to be able to make you feel good like that.”

“You always make me feel good, baby boy.”

He dropped his gaze down to his lap, grumbling something about Tilu “trying to fluster him” very quietly.

After a deep breath in and out, he asked “Can we try it tonight, before bed?”

“Yes, please!” Tilu said excitedly, wiggling on the couch until they were sitting right next to him. A puff of air hit the side of his face as they propped their chin on his shoulder. “I can’t wait,” they cooed into his ear, cool breath making goosebumps erupt down his back.

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I’m fucking ready for this.

Blair stood in front of the mirror in their bathroom, thoroughly psyching himself up in the still-steamy glass. Usually neither he nor Tilu really “got ready” for sex unless it was a special occasion, but...this felt right. Completely clean, right from the shower, his skin was soft and smelled like Tilu’s lemon soap. The sweater he wore overtop was an old one, stolen from one of his ex’s closets. It was loose and hung well past his butt and hands, despite how tall he was. All he wore underneath were tight grey booty shorts, hugging his hips and the outline of his dick, the centre seam sinking between his cheeks. Both them and the shirt were favorites of Tilu, and he couldn’t help but think that it was a minor miracle that this was happening on a rare day that his lover hadn’t stolen either of them. There were a few surprises too. He couldn’t help but hope they liked them.

Steeling himself, he stepped out of the bathroom. Tilu was reclining comfortably on their bed, watching something on their phone. They were naked from the waist down and had one hand idly toying with their sheath, keeping their tentacles open and interested. Blair crawled up beside them.

The movement drew their attention and they dragged their eyes over his body. “Hey there, cutie,” they said with a low whistle. "Okay, so I will stop if you do or say anything that makes me think you’re not enjoying it, you can pull off whenever you want. Do you want me to keep going if you cum or fall asleep?"

“Yeah,” he replied quietly to both.

Settling down on his knees in front of them, he gently dragged abstract patterns onto their bare thigh. They sat up and leaned forward, catching him in a kiss that quickly turned wet and messy. Their long, slick tongue snaked into his mouth, twining around his own, filling his mouth with salty black spit and making him gag a little with each flick into his throat. Blair moaned around it, and Tilu shivered as the vibrations passed through them.

A thought crossed Blair’s mind and he pulled back suddenly. “Tilu, wait. If I sit on you the way I was going to, I’m going to crush you.”

“What,” they teased, “You don’t think I’m strong enough to handle you?”

“I am over a foot taller than you, and weigh like, a hundred pounds more. Take this seriously, I don’t want to hurt you.”

A soft kiss landed on the nervous corner of his mouth. “I know, I was just joking. Don’t worry, I know how we can do this so that I don’t get hurt. Okay?”

Blair turned to bump his nose against their cheek. “Okay.”

Tilu took his face in their hands, gaze filled with affection, and pressed their lips to his, sweet and chaste. He didn’t even get the chance to kiss back before a fierce grip on the back of his neck pulled him backwards.

“Turn around,” they purred, sitting up properly so that their back was propped against the headboard and putting a spare pillow down onto their legs for him to lie down on.

Blair obeyed without a second thought. Obviously he wasn’t moving fast enough for them, though, because it was only moments before they were roughly manhandling him out of his shorts and pushing him to straddle their lap, facing away from them. Now naked from the waist down, Blair’s skin was furiously heated as he lowered himself down onto his elbows.

“Oh, baby boy,” he heard Tilu whisper behind him.

A cool hand landed on each of his asscheeks, massaging them firmly. Each squeeze pulled them apart and exposed him to their burning gaze. Seated in his hole, generously slicked with lube, was his “surprise” for them: a shiny metal buttplug with a gorgeous opalescent stone set into the flared end. It had been a partly-joking birthday present earlier that year and he’d never had the guts to wear it before, but the pretty toy always caught his eye and he just knew that seeing it would make them very happy. From their reaction, he got the feeling he was right.

“Buying this was a good fucking decision.” Their fingers lightly brushed the edge of the plug where it met his rim. The teasing touch made his cock twitch against their lap and they made a pleased little noise at the feeling. “One of these days I’m gonna make you cum with just this plug. Also, I am absolutely going to start buying you more pretty things to use like this.”

Blair moaned quietly. “Please...want you inside me.”

“Well, if you insist.” He could practically hear them smirking.

The fingers that had been circling his slick rim locked around the base of the plug before pulling it out. They went excruciatingly slow, keeping him stretched around its widest part for as long as possible before it slipped out with a wet noise. His hole fluttered, clenching around nothing, and he whimpered, lowering his chest the rest of the way onto the pillow beneath him. Tilu leaned down to kiss each cheek in turn before gripping into his hips and pulling them back so that his ass was flush with their lap. Thin tendrils stroked around the sensitive ring of muscle.

Blair groaned long and low as the first tentacle breached him. He was already stretched out enough that intrusion didn’t hurt, but the feeling of the cool, dextrous muscle slipping inside of him and moving of its own accord was wonderful. Tilu kept massaging his cheeks as the rest of their tentacles plunged into him. When they finally bottomed out, fingers gripping tight into soft flesh, he exhaled shakily, letting his head drop down onto their shins.

“Relax, baby,” they said sweetly to him, smoothing their small hands over his sides in long, firm strokes.

With a deep breath in and out, Blair let himself go limp and boneless on top of Tilu. They stroked his flanks twice more before patting his butt.

“Good boy,” they cooed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed back, nodding against their legs. “I will.”

“Good. Don’t make any other noise.”

Tilu squeezed his ass one last time before picking up their phone again and resting it on the small of his back. The sounds of the video they had been watching-- something about weaponsmithing if the hit of metal-on-metal and narration about edges and carbon content was anything to go on-- seeped into his brain, turning into ambient noise in his ears. He relaxed even further into the pillow under him, letting his eyes slip closed.

The tentacles inside him twisted of their own volition, coiling into a cone then spreading out, stretching his rim out as far as it would go comfortably. He could feel the cold-blooded flesh warm from the contact with his skin. They filled him up so well, just keeping him stuffed and open as he lay there placidly on Tilu’s legs. He could feel himself relaxing ever more, if that was even possible, each second that he lay there with those tendrils writhing inside him reducing him to a puddle of smitten goo in his lover’s lap. His breath was a quiet, even rhythm as he slipped closer and closer to falling asleep with each stroke of their tentacles against his walls.

Heat sparked up Blair’s spine when one tendril curled upwards in just the right place to caress his prostate. It took all his concentration to stay quiet at the touch, but his control crumbled to bits when it pushed against the sensitive gland more insistently at the same time as the rest of the tentacles stretched his hole around them. His back curled pathetically and he whined quietly against his will.

Hard fingernails dug into the side of his hip in a vicious pinch, hard enough to bruise. “I told you to not make noise unless you needed something. Do you?”

“N-no.”

“Are you still okay with me making you cum?” Another pinch, much softer this time, on his other thigh.

“Yes!”

“Do you still want to keep going after you cum?”

“Yeah.”

Those small hands grabbed each of his cheeks again, squeezing them and pulling them apart, exposing his hole stretched around their tentacles to the air. “Bite down on the pillow if you need to make noise, okay? I don’t really want to be distracted.”

Blair nodded and sank his teeth into the pillow beneath him as the phone was placed back on his ass and the video started up again. The tendrils stayed blessedly still for several minutes before one curiously stroked against his prostate again. He bit down on the fabric between his teeth and whimpered as quietly as he could at the feeling. His cock twitched between the two of them, fully hard now. It took a nearly painful amount of control for him to resist rutting down onto Tilu.

Those tentacles kept writhing inside him, sliding against his slick walls, filling him up so nicely. Every so often one of them ventured back to that sensitive little gland, sending pleasure shooting through him before teasingly backing off, leaving him aching. Each little nudge was stoking the flame of his arousal until his cock was weeping pre-cum onto Tilu’s skin. Weak moans and sighs escaped his mouth only to get caught by the pillow, and his back was slick with sweat from the effort of not grinding against them. He was determined to be good for Tilu, to do this right, so he refused to give in. Several tentacles curling into his prostate at the same time made his hips stutter, just barely, but he stopped himself before it could go any further, thighs quivering with the effort.

“You can grind on me, if you want,” Tilu said behind him. Their voice was bored in a very purposeful way that always betrayed their amusement. “As long as you don’t move too much.”

Blair whimpered into the pillow, just loud enough for them to hear. Their tentacles circled his prostate teasingly before they started massaging it rhythmically and insistently-- all of them. He bit back a strangled yelp that never made it past his lips, and began working his hips in small circles onto the legs underneath him, trying to disturb them as little as possible. Each slow, intoxicating press into him was gradually driving him mad. They never let up, never pulled away from that spot inside of him, twisting and rubbing and massaging him into an oblivion of pleasure. He could feel his orgasm growing inside of him with each slick stroke and each grind of his hips. Tilu lay still beneath his unravelling form, and it became violently clear to Blair that this was almost all subconscious, that they might as well have been sitting there watching their documentary by themself. That the searching probe of their clustered tentacles inside him, taking him apart piece-by-piece, was no more an active decision than the way they fiddled with the hems of their sleeves or the way his own dick was stuttering and leaking underneath his stomach. He had offered to be their cockwarmer-- well, as close as they had to a cock-- and they were using him as idly as that role implied.

He clamped down hard on the fabric in his mouth to stifle the broken moan that tore from his throat as he came, sticky white cum staining his stomach, Tilu’s lap, and the bed beneath them. His entire back tensed up and he was panting heavily as Tilu’s tentacles continued milking him through his climax. The assault on his prostate never let up, not even as he began quivering with overstimulation, the dregs of his orgasm pulsing out of him weakly. Shaky and boneless, he fully collapsed down onto their lap, completely ignoring the mess under him. The tendrils kept massaging, way past milking him dry, until he slipped into a dreamy haze, still twitching slightly.

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When Blair resurfaced, he was warm and content, still straddling Tilu’s legs. Their phone was no longer propped on his back, and they had one hand rubbing soothing strokes along the length of his spine.

“Hey, baby boy,” they said to him with an impossibly soft smile.

“Hey.” He smiled tiredly back, his voice slurring a little. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah, it’s been an hour or so. You looked so cute that I didn’t want to wake you up, but staying like this is going to really fuck with your knees. Also I want a snack.”

“Mmmmmmm,” he moaned, arching his back a little bit. “Did you like it?”

“Fuck, you have no idea how much.”

Tilu carefully helped him up off his knees. The feeling of their tentacles slipping out of him with a quiet wet sound was obscene, and he felt his hole clench around nothing, suddenly unused to the emptiness. They pulled him up to sit beside them, legs slung sideways over their thighs. Those firm, affectionate strokes continued along his back and shoulders, pausing every so often so that they could caress the side of his neck or the skin behind his ear. If he had been a cat, he would be purring like a generator at their admission and their loving touches. As it was, he was still sleepy, and curled up closer around their smaller body.

Blair looked at them through his eyelashes. “Do you want me to do it again?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Each syllable was punctuated with a small chaste kiss to his cheek, his nose, his forehead. “One request though: next time, use your mouth.”

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Call me King (Aragorn x Transmasc Reader)

This is just 90% projecting by volume, I'm so sorry. I based it off this post where I talk a bit about my pronouns and gender identity, so if you want more context please go see that. Also gonna tag the handsome @messiambrandybuck in this!! I hope you can relate to it buddy, sorry if it's weird in any way! ;-;

(P/N) stands for Parent’s Name. Feel free to either make up a name or pick whichever parent you’re closest to lol

Also, "meleth" means "love" in Elvish :)

You were a ranger. Have been for sometime now. Ever since Strider found himself in your shop and convinced you to escape with him, you've been on the road. The words he said that day still ring throughout your head.

“It is not a pretty life I can offer you, but a happy one.”

Luckily for you both, “pretty” was the last thing you wanted. Aragorn had always loved your rough and tumble nature. Never one to mind being dirty, sweaty and grimy. If anything you reveled in it. You loved the adventure and danger of it all. And most of all, you liked being beside Aragorn.

“A mannish woman” some might call you. That title always made you stop for a second, though Strider could never quite figure out why. That is, until the day you had stopped at an inn run by someone who was, apparently, an old friend of your family.

“Hey, I’ve seen your face before!” The bartender remarked with a laugh.

“You have?”

“Yeah, I know you! You’re (P/N)’s boy, aren’t you?”

“Ah, yes sir!”

“It’s good to see you again lad!”

As the two of you continued talking, Aragorn listened in close behind. Mostly because he’s always been rather protective of you, but more so because the man’s words peaked his interest. Part of him planned on dropping it that night, but you, ever observant of your love, had other plans.

“Strider, are you feeling well?”

“Yes, why?”

“Sorry, you just look like you’re thinking very hard about something.”

Aragorn looked up at you, then back at the campfire. You could tell something was up, but wondered whether or not to press the issue. He was known to be like this, brooding and stoic as ever. Anytime he explained himself to anyone else but you was a feat. And even with you, his love, he still had trouble sometimes.

“Why did that man call you a boy, meleth…”

“Ah, I see..” You pursed your lips, “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Is it one you feel alright sharing?”

“Yes, love, if anything it’s better that you know.”

You scoot closer to Aragorn as he turns his full attention to you. Smoking his beloved pipe with one hand, and gently sliding a finger to tuck your hair back with the other, he listens. You’re not sure if you’re shivering from the cold, the contact or the nerves.

“Strider, I am.. not entirely a woman.”

This catches his attention as he gives you a puzzled look.

“It-it’s complicated. I know I keep my hair long and am not particularly worried about binding my breasts, but.. I can’t deny how wonderful it feels to look down at my armor and see my chest is flat.”

“I like looking like a woman, in some ways." You continue, "Or at least I like being androgynous. I revel in the shock on people’s faces when they see a female ranger, that's always fun. But I can’t help but feel like I’m a man inside. Like I was supposed to be born a man and the Gods themselves made a crucial mistake. There’s moments when I look at my mannerisms and thoughts and think ‘Wow I really am a man’ and it feels.. Good. I like being a man. But I don’t look like one and that is what confuses me.”

Strider looks back at the fire, and thinks for a while. You get more and more nervous as the silence drags on.

“You know what, forget what I said. I’ve been thinking too much, that’s all-”

“What should I call you, love.”

“...What?”

“Your name and titles, meleth, what should I call you?”

He takes your hands in his rough ones and for a moment you feel a tad envious. His hands are so large and calloused. You wish you could have hands like that. But shaking the thoughts away, you look up at him guiltily. Like a puppy who’s scared it did something wrong. But Aragorn replies with nothing but a warm, soft smile.

“I want to make you comfortable, Y/N. Tell me your title and I will call you it. And by Eru, I will make sure everybody else does too.”

You chuckle at that last part.

“Well, I’m not sure what to do with the pronouns.. I think we can try experimenting with those. But I-I’d like to be called by masculine titles!”

��Alright handsome.” He winks and chuckles at you.

Flushing bright red, you smile bashfully. It never occurred to you how right that word might feel. Aragorn hugs you tightly to his chest and presses a kiss on the top of your head.

“A fine set of kings we’ll make.”

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Brace, part One

Rating: SFW Length: 1272 Pairing: Male-Coded Android x GN Reader

A dark sci-fi fantasy romance. Huge trigger warnings for genocide, child death, attempted murder, injury, blood, heavy religious themes.

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It’s another grey day in Spire City, and rain comes down in streams against your prison window. As you watch, neon lights flicker and steam in the downpour, advertising dentists and bars and career opportunities in Jackson Thomas’s Silver Spire. You can see the Spire in the distance, lit up like a beacon in the haze of watery white noise. You’re sure that you could navigate the labyrinthine streets of the city using it as one would a compass needle, if only you were given half a chance.

You are one of the Fallen: a branded human who developed an unstable genome that gave you supernatural powers, thus deviating from the humans who pass on to sit at the foot of the Beholder’s throne. In the beginning, before the phenomena became widespread, your kind was whispered about behind closed doors, nothing more than an insubstantial spectre in the dark. Then, when more and more children were born with strange powers, the world flew into a panic.

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LETS GOOOOO

Damhan and Altan, part two

Rating: SFW Pairing: Male Wereshark x Trans Male Werebear x Male reader

Had to go back and edit the first one because–surprise!–there’s polyamory. Who knew? Not me!

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#my lil trans heart #fucking #hutting all the boxes #so goid

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[Demon] "Catching" Your Roommate

Demon Male x Male Reader

Freed

Warnings: This one is a lemon, big demon heat, slight thigh worship, slow burn-ish, breed/wife things closer to end

*.°♡•【Ｌｕｓｔ】•♡°.*

1 of 7 The Seven Sins Series

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The rain thundered against your windshield as you drove down the desolate street. Everyone had retreated to some building for the night.

Shit... It's getting worse...

You thought to yourself as you carefully got closer and closer to your shared home. You let out a small sigh of relief as you pulled into your driveway, seeing he had made it home fine. "Glad he got home before this shit storm hit..." You mumbled out to yourself. You turned off the car after slipping it into park, grabbed the keys, being ready to unlock the door. You made sure you had everything you needed before getting out and quickly running up to the front door.

The door opened and you were finally saved from the rain, quickly, yet gently, shutting it behind you. Another sigh of relief slipped past your lips as you set your keys on the table and heading to your room to slip out of your soaking wet clothes.

Wonder if he's asleep...

You didn't bother to check and just wanted to get into some dry clothes. Once you got to your door, you noticed it was cracked slightly and the light was on. You decided to peak in and wow... Did you not expect to see that. Your roommate, Freed, was laying on your bed, jacking off while sniffing a pair of your briefs. His arrow-tipped tail was flicking back and forth as he mumbled something. You only watched a little while longer before his eyes looked to the door and almost instantly locked eyes with yours. Your eyes widened slightly and you backed away from the door. You were about to retreat into the living room when he came up behind you and held you close to him by the waist.

"F-freed what are you doing? I-is something wrong?" You asked, acting as if nothing was wrong. He nuzzled his nose into your neck and inhaled deeply. One of his horns was pressed against your head as his hands gripped your hips just a little tighter, pulling your frame against his massive one. "Freed, a-are you ok?" He didn't say anything and just picked you up, taking you back to your room and setting you down by the door. He closed and locked it before turning back to you.

"(Y/n), there's so much wrong but... I can't help it..." He walked over to you and turned you to face him. His slim fingers angled your chin up to look at him. "Can I kiss you? Please let me kiss you." He pleaded. You didn't respond and when you didn't, he started to strip you of your clothes. Your face lit up as you tried to stop him. "H-hey, Freed! Stop..!" He paused momentarily to look down into your eyes. "You're soaking wet (Y/n), we don't want to get you sick." His hands continued to pull your pants off before moving back up to your shirt.

You tried to stop him from removing that as well but he still managed to get it off. "Freed w-why are you doing this?" You asked weakly. He smirked and picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. "I'm sorry... You forgot, didn't you? You came at a... Really bad time." He said huskily into your ear. "Y-you mean..? But I thought..."

"Yeah me too... It came early... I'm sorry..." He laid you flat on the bed and hovered overtop of you before grinding himself against your still-covered cock. "No it, it's fine... Mhmm~" You let out a small moan as he continued to grind against you. "(Y/n) will you help me... Please... Please let me use your body... I promise I won't hurt you... Please, (Y/n), please..." He leaned down and kissed your neck before sucking gently, making you moan softly once more.

"Free-ed, Freed look at mh~ me..."

His once soft green eyes are now bright and glowing. "Just this~ ah~ once... I... I'll let you... I trust you..." You saw him smile briefly before going back to sucking at your neck. His hips never stopped grinding but his hand roamed over your upper body. His movements were so gentle, so fluid. As if he'd always imagined doing this with you.

He pulled away and gently peeled away your boxers, slipping them off of your legs and throwing them somewhere in the room. "Gods you're beautiful (Y/n)... You are so..." He leans down and positions himself so that he's between your thighs. "Beautiful~"

Freed moans softly as he gently coaxed you to press your thighs against his head. You had been watching him the whole time and the absolute face of pleasure he had was stunning. You had never seen him make a face like that before in the many years the two of you have been friends. He looked so happy, so content.

"Freed..." Your eyes widened slightly as you realized you called his name. His pupils dilated slightly when he looked up to you. He smiles gently and closes his eyes as he presses his cheek into your thigh for a moment longer before moving back up. His rather large boner was pressed against your own smaller one which made you shiver.

"(Y/n), give me your hands..." You did as requested and held your hands out to him. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them up to his head. "Please hold onto them, tug them, rub them, anything while I prep you..." Freed panted softly as your hands gently wrapped around the large black horns that protrude from his soft white hair.

He got a bottle of lube from who knows where and coated his fingers and your entrance. You shivered once again and slightly tightened your grip on his horns pulling his head closer to your chest. He inhaled sharply before looking up to your eyes. The two of you locked eyes yet again as he gently pushed in a finger. You gripped more onto his horns as he moved his finger in and out, warming you up for another.

You decided to take some initiative and gently stroked his horns up and down. They felt so, odd, yet so nice. The small ribs on the horns almost massaged your soft hands. Freed let out a rather low moan as he slipped another finger into you, making you moan as well. He moved his head to look up to before looking at your neck where some hickeys were starting to form.

Freed practically drooled at the sight. He leaned up to your neck again, making you slightly lose the hold on his horns. Your hands rested on the side of his head, to which you ended up gently rubbing his pointed ears as he created more hickeys on your neck. His fingers were still scissoring you for a moment before he slipped a third in. You let out a surprised moan and some heavier pants as he moved his fingers in and out of your hole.

"Freed please... I, I can't wait~ I already feel like I'm gonna come..!" Your last words were rushed as that heat in the pit of your stomach was starting to make itself more known. Freed bit his bottom lip as he pulled his head back. He moved your hands back to his horns. His body was trembling, like he was about to explode as well. "Once I do this... I dont think i'll be able to hold back..."

Your eyes locked with his. "Its OK. Im~ Ready Freed..." He looked down and positioned himself at your entrance. Freed held onto your hips as he pushed in, his cock stretching more than his fingers did. You moaned out in pain and pleasure as you tugged on his horns, pulling his head closer to your face.

I feel so full~

"Oh gods Freed..." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His panting became heavier as he started to slowly thrust. You let out rather loud moans as his dick hit every good spot. "AH~ FREED!" You yelled his name as he hit your prostate.

That was his breaking point.

His thrusts became aggressive, making you hold onto his horns as if they were a lifeline, moans spilling from your lips as he pounded into your hole. Freed looked up to you momentarily before hungrily capturing your lips in a kiss. This must have been for not letting him earlier. His tongue made its way into your mouth, you responding just as eagerly.

"(Y/n), look at me." His demanding voice called out to you. You did as told and he smirked. He thrust harshly into you, you could practically feel it in your stomach and what a feeling that was. "I'm going to breed you (y/n). You'll have my children, and you'll be my wife." You simply responded by moaning at his thrusts and gently closing your eyes as he somehow got even more aggressive with his thrusting, saying he was getting closer to his release.

"Tell me. Do you want me to breed you?" He laughs. "Not like I care. I will breed you. Fill you to the brim with my cum." His words, while vulgar, were making the experience more heated. "Dammit Freed..! Ahha~ Please! Please!" You begged him for release. He caught your lips in a kiss again, before thrusting in, and making you reach that magical climax. You pulled your head away from him to moan out and breathe as he kept thrusting into you before finally coming. Your walls tighten around him as you felt his huge load fill you.

You moaned slightly as he gently pulled out, but something was quickly put in its place. "F-freed... Wh..." Your voice was failing, worn out from moaning. He smirked again and kissed your slightly swollen lips. "For safe keeping." He said, lying down next to you. "I'll be honest. I'm still... Really horny... But... You look tired..."

He was right. You were very tired after that. "I'll go get you some water and clean up a bit~ Relax..."

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"(Y/N) I'M SO SORRY I DONT KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME YESTERDAY AND I CANT BELIEVE WE DID THAT." Freed was frantically trying to apologize for his sudden heat yesterday and make it up to you considering when you tried to stand after waking up you collapsed.

He had comically large tears coming out of his eyes as he did everything to make you comfortable. He made breakfast, made the couch super cozy, he waited on you head to toe.

"Freed."

He looked up to you when his name was called with a really cute pout on his face. You smiled sweetly at him and beckoned him over to sit next to you on the couch. He did so and you cuddled up to him, making him blush heavily. "Do you like me Freed. And not just as a friend." You looked up to him as a blush covered his face. "I-I mean... Y-yeah... I uh, I do..." He looked at the TV, trying not to make eye contact with you. "How long?"

Freed admitted to you. You smiled and cuddled closer to him. "Cuddle me." You demanded to him. He did as you wished and you leaned up to his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw.

"Huh?"

"How long have you liked me?"

"A few years now."

"I'll be your wife."

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Animal Instinct (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Warning: NSFT Content up ahead (18+ only), Non-Con, Predator-Prey Dynamics, Degradation

Word Count: 2454 words

Summary: You’re caught by the beast hunting you, but he makes it clear killing you isn’t his goal.

Request: Could ya do a Male werewolf x Male reader. And make it like a predator and prey scenario which turns spicy (SMUT) Plssssssssss😙

A/N: I’m gonna be honest y’all, this one is SPICY 🌶. I’ve added a short optional aftercare scene at the end, which establishes it as a consensual roleplay between two lovers, mostly because of the intensity of this piece. But if straight non-con is your thing, then enjoy!

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Nymrius

Rating: NSFW Length: 1546 Pairing: Male Drider x Male Reader (both cis)

Pure filth. *Blows kiss* For the spider lovers out there.

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Hanging upside down from a thread of silk wasn’t the first thing I thought would happen on a weekend evening, but I would be lying if I said it was my first time. This instance was significantly less sexy, however, and I was sure the kind of eating that was planned wasn’t the pleasurable sort. “Getting desperate?” I asked, trying to ignore the pressure of the blood rushing to my head in favour of looking up at my captor.

“Shut up,” said the young drider who was dragging me up into his web, thin arms struggling with my weight. Driders always were on the delicate side, and I was anything but; I’d make a few meals for him yet, I reckoned.

“I might have the right to remain silent, but I lack the capacity,” I said, struggling to get a better view of my soon-to-be-murderer. “Afraid for my life and all. You understand.”

“I said, ‘be quiet’!” the drider snapped, though his voice trembled.

“‘Shut up’, actually,” I quipped, letting out an embarrassing squeak when I was heaved the rest of the way up in one unceremonious yank.

“Are all humans this odious?” the drider muttered, chest heaving almost as much as mine was.

“Only the ones who don’t want to die.”

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A Simple Request (Male Human/Male Werewolf)

Description: Lucas has been imagining some less than innocent things involving his boyfriend’s fully-turned werewolf form for a long time, and has now gathered the courage to ask Jace to indulge in his fantasy.

Categories: M/M, Erotica, Fantasy.

Contains: Rimming, Anal Sex, Knotting, Mild Cum Inflation, Overstimulation.

Note: Both of the characters depicted in this story are consenting adults. Lucas is 22 and Jace is 23.

Completion Date: June 19th, 2019

Word Count: 2294

“So, you are completely aware when you’re in wolf-mode, right?”

Lucas’ voice came out a little shakier than he intended, but it wasn’t out of fear. It was out of anticipation for what he was about to ask his boyfriend to do for the first time in their two-year long relationship.

They were hanging out on his bed, cuddling and just quietly enjoying each other’s company while a playlist of indie rock played from Lucas’ open laptop. The human was lying on top of his boyfriend’s broad chest, content as Jace ran a large hand through his hair. He had broken the silence between them with his question seemingly out of nowhere. Not really though; the idea had been on his mind for a long time.

Jace gave a fond huff. “Yeah. I’ve told you before; it’s all me. With a weird urge to just haul ass in no particular direction through the woods all night.”

“I wouldn’t be taking advantage of you then,” Lucas murmured.

“Hm?”

“I want you to fuck me while you’re turned.”

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Until You Can't Stand (M!Werewolf x M!Incubus, NSFW)

Big shoutout to @xo-philia for beta-reading this for me!

Word count: 3476

Includes: Marking (biting and scratching to draw blood), mild possessiveness, pet names, knotting, scent kink (kind of), mild praise kink, non-human genitalia, self-lubrication

There was something Luke hated about being a werewolf: mating cycles. The slow, constricting heat that flooded his body every few months, the way he lost control of his shift, the oversensitivity. It interrupted every part of his life, and he hated it. The only solace he could find was the fact that it gave him an excuse to spend the week shut in with his incubus boyfriend.

He opened the door to his apartment, prickling nerves instantly soothed by the comforting smell of home. The small collection of rooms he shared with his boyfriend always smelled nice. They never could quite clean out the scent of spices and bread out of their kitchen, and it seemed to spread to all the other rooms easily. Now, however, with his senses being pushed to their limits, he could pick out all the scents that filled the small apartment: the milk and cardamom from their chai that morning that hung in the air, his own thick musk, his incubus’ clean, pleasant salt. It was stronger than usual, clearly coming from their bedroom. Luke smiled at the thought of Allius being home already. He took his shoes off at the front door, dropped his bag by the table, and went inside.

Their bedroom was small, like the rest of their apartment, and always kept cool (Luke tended to run warm). Allius was sprawled messily on the floor beside their bed in a nest of soft blankets, absentmindedly writing in the margins of a book.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled brightly. He sat up, keeping one blanket drawn around him, and reached out a hand to Luke.

“Hey, love. I wasn’t expecting you back yet.” Luke sat down on top of the blankets and took Allius’ hand gently. “Don’t you have work today?”

Allius traced his fingertips around Luke’s large nails. “Your mating cycle is starting today,” he said simply. “I wanted to be here for you. I know it’s rough to handle on your own. Besides,” he added, bringing his other hand to Luke’s face, pulling his lips back from rapidly growing teeth. “Can you really be so surprised that I want to be with the man I love right now?”

He chuffed at this, nuzzling into the hand at his face. He was shifting more now, quickly approaching the half-man-half-wolf that he would be for the days of his cycle. Allius continued toying with Luke’s hands and head as his jaw widened and extended, as his nails turned to thick, hard claws, as fur began to grow along his throat and arms. The blanket draped around the demon’s shoulders slipped down to reveal a grey shirt- one of Luke’s grey shirts- worn thin and soft in the washer. It was large on him, falling off his narrow shoulders. A low pang of want rumbled through Luke.

He nipped lightly at Allius’ fingers. “This is unfair. You look too good.”

“Really? This is unfair?” He feigned insult, gasping and dramatically putting the hand that was not being nibbled on over his heart. “And after I went through all the effort of dressing up for you!”

Luke laughed. “‘Dressing up’?” He ran a finger under the shirt’s loose neckline. “This is basically pajamas.”

“Well, you haven’t seen the whole thing yet.”

Luke’s mouth went dry at the idea of “the whole thing”. Allius must have heard his breath catch in his throat, because he kissed him once and backed away from him a little, rising to his knees. The blankets tucked around his legs fell away, exposing...holy shit.

The hem of the shirt fell clean past the middle of his thighs, hiding whatever he was wearing on the bottom, until he pulled the edge up to below his navel. Underneath, he only had black panties, cut high across the hips, with mesh on the sides. His cock was obvious, pressed against the thin fabric, and the sight sent a bolt of heat to Luke’s abdomen.

“Do you want to see more?” Allius asked, fiddling with the fabric in his hands. Luke nodded dumbly.

Crossing his arms at the hem of the shirt, Allius whipped it over his head. His human form was beautiful. Fine, dark hair covered his legs and arms, and ran down his belly to disappear under the panties. Tiny crystals twinkled at his navel and on both of his dusky nipples. He brought a hand up to toy with them one at a time, jaw clenching in pleasure as he teased each nub to full hardness.

Luke had to grind the heel of his palm into his cock to relieve some of the pressure building in his pants. “Holy shit.” He barely noticed the familiar bone-deep grind that came when a fluffy tail began sprouting from the bottom of his spine.

Stepping quietly, Allius settled himself in front of Luke again. He placed his hands primly between them and leaned forward on them to kiss the werewolf softly. A small tongue licked at the seam of his lips. He moaned, letting Allius slip his tongue in fully. Their lips moved together and Luke hummed in contentment at the feeling of that tongue trace over his sharp teeth. He sucked on it, then took Allius’ lower lip in his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to break skin. Allius pulled back with a smile and one last kiss to the corner of Luke’s mouth.

“So? How do you want me?” Allius purred, his form shimmering between human and reptilian, feathered and furred.

Seeing every one of his lover’s gorgeous forms was straining Luke’s already thin self-control. He couldn’t bear to wait another second. “You. Just... you. As yourself.”

Allius grinned devilishly, arching down into the floor as his true form rippled through his body. The skin at his hairline and on his hands and feet burnished to an inky black. Small, humanoid teeth and nails sharpened to fangs and claws, and short nubby horns sprouted from his forehead. A line of shiny, platelike scales grew down his spine, leading into a dextrous tail at the base of his back. He was perfect, every inch the demonic temptor Luke knew him to be.

Luke hardened even more at the sight, his own bushy tail lashing behind him in a combination of distress and arousal. A low, long whine came from the back of his throat. “Stop teasing.”

“Aw, puppy,” the incubus said, crawling to kneel in front of him. “Getting impatient?”

“You know I am,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I’m in my mating cycle, this is just mean.”

Allius’ gaze dropped to his cock, where it was starting to strain against the seam of his sweatpants. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He leaned over, kissing Luke’s cheek, running his small clawed hands over the wolf’s thick thighs. The touch was electric. The air around them was heavy, musky and rich with the pheromones that Luke was putting out. “How quickly do you want to go?”

Luke buried his nose into the crook of Allius’ neck, breathing in, recognizing the now-present floral sweetness of his arousal. He ran a broad, flat tongue over his collarbone. Goosebumps erupted over Allius’ skin. It was getting difficult for the werewolf to remain coherent, but he fought his instincts. “You haven’t fed in a while. What do you need?”

This earned him a firm tap on the side of his head with the demon’s fingertips. “I feed on your pleasure, dummy. I’ll be getting my fill plenty over the next few days. You don’t need to worry about me right now.” His hands came to rest on Luke’s clothed dick. “Now, answer my question: how do you want this to go?”

The slight domineering tone sent a shiver through him. The honest answer was that he wanted everything. Everything Allius would give him, to give Allius everything in return. The short answer…

“I want to fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”

Allius’ eyes widened slightly before he grinned again. His lips met Luke’s in a kiss, as brief and fierce as it was filthy. Nipping his bottom lip once, the incubus turned around and arched his back. The black cloth of his underwear disappeared between his asscheeks. His tail flicked slowly and playfully as he looked back over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, alpha? I’m ready.”

Luke grabbed his hip hard in one large, clawed hand. “You know that’s not how it works.”

The demon in front of him looked pointedly at his still-hard cock. “Doesn’t seem like it’s ruining the mood though, does it?” He lowered his chest to the floor and spread his knees slightly, presenting his ass even more obviously. Luke could see the slick soaking through his panties. “Now come on, baby. I thought you said something about ‘until I can’t stand’?”

Licking his lips, Luke pulled the fabric nestled between his asscheeks aside to expose his hole. Slick, sweet-smelling and vaguely pink, ran down his balls. He lapped it up, heightened lupine senses relishing in the scent of his lover. It was intoxicating, and he licked up every drop he could, purposefully avoiding where he wanted to go most. The incubus below him was breathing heavily and pushing back against his face. A growl ripped loose from his throat as his teeth sank into a soft, plush leg. It was torture trying not to break skin, but healing in his demon form, although complete, was strenuous and cost Allius a lot of energy. Luke soothed the area with a slow drag of his tongue.

A high-pitched whimper came from the demon kneeling in front of him. Luke pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Are you okay?”

A glance at his face showed Allius flushed and sweaty. Spit shone around his mouth where he had clearly been biting his arm to retain some composure. “You’re holding back.”

“Yeah, I know that…”

“Stop it. I want you to mark me. As much as you can. Even if it won’t hold, I want you to make me yours. Wreck me, Luke.”

This command, bitten out as Allius’ chest heaved with deep gasps and his tail lashed impatiently, snapped the remaining threads of his control. Luke snarled loudly and yanked his own pants down his thighs, freeing his cock. He kicked them the rest of the way off and tore his shirt from his body in a fit of impatience. Big, lupine hands dug deep into the meat of the incubus’ ass. Golden blood welled up around his claws and dripped in thin rivulets down the smooth skin of his legs. Allius moaned quietly, shoving his face down into the floor. Luke bent his head back down to lick over his hole again, trying to pull more noises from the demon’s throat. The ring of muscle was already soft and opened to him readily, letting him stick his tongue inside. A particularly strong flick sent the incubus rocking back against him even more insistently. Whimpers were now spilling from his mouth in earnest as he brought one of his hands to rub against his cock through the thin panties.

Luke pulled back from Allius’ ass, licking his lips. A mix of spit and slick covered the bottom of his face and had begun to drip down onto his chest, wetting down his coarse hair. Allius looked back at him again, eyes blown out, and Luke couldn’t help but follow a drop of sweat that ran from his nape down the length of his spine. “Come on, puppy, please.” He was whining at this point, arching his back more, slick still dripping down his balls and thighs.

Biting down hard on his asscheek one last time, Luke lined up the head of his cock, flushed red and leaking pre-cum, with his entrance. “Ready?” He said, leaning over to kiss Allius’ shoulder gently.

Allius tried to buck his hips back onto Luke’s cock himself, but the vice-like grip on his hips kept him from doing much more than wriggling helplessly. “Just fuck me already!”

More golden blood was leaking from where Luke was holding him, more slick coming from his hole. In one swift movement, he plunged into Allius until his hips were sitting flush against his backside. The thrust drove the demon’s whole body forward, chest skidding along the floor. The low grunt that Luke let out was drowned out by Allius’ high-pitched whine.

He was already panting hard at the feeling of Allius’ tight walls around him. A sinuous black tail flicked anxiously as he once again tried to push back on the cock inside him. This wasn’t enough for either of them. Keeping one large hand on the demon’s hip and bracing the other against his back, Luke set a punishing pace into his boyfriend. Each thrust sent jolts through his body as he was driven further and further into the floor.

“AH...fuck!” Wanton sounds of pleasure spilled from Allius’ lips even from where his face was hidden in the crook of his elbow. He was humping back against each stroke, trying to get even more stimulation. His tail was going crazy, winding around the werewolf’s wrists, ankles; even batting frantically at his hip. It took an iron grip around the hand braced against his back. The long fingers and claws spanned nearly the entire width of his waist. Luke pressed his fingertips experimentally into the soft flesh of his demon. Five pinpricks of blood rose to the surface. “Oh, shit. Keep going!”

Luke hooked his claws into the flimsy fabric of the panties that Allius was still wearing. In one rough swipe, he shredded them and pulled the remains off of him, leaving the incubus naked. Resetting His grip on his hips, Luke sank all the way into him before pulling out, leaving only the head of his cock, and thrusting in again. Allius moaned once again, the noise sweet and high-pitched despite how muffled it was. Luke had a problem with this.

He sank his teeth into Allius’ shoulder, tasting the blood spill around them. “Stop fucking hiding. I want to hear you,” he snarled into Allius’ skin. Wrapping his arms firmly around the incubus’ waist and chest, he wrenched him upright onto his knees. “I want everyone to hear you.”

The possessive words made Allius tighten around him. “God, you’re in a mood today,” he choked out, struggling to maintain composure as Luke rammed into him. “So- ahh- territorial.”

Luke dug in everywhere he was holding Allius, leaving bite marks on his neck and deep scratches on his belly and ribs. “You knew this would happen,” he said with a particularly rough thrust. He began pulling Allius’ much smaller body back into him with each drive of his pelvis.

Each stroke was reaching impossibly deeper inside him, and he was slack-jawed and drooling with pleasure. His tail wrapped around one of Luke’s muscular thighs.

“Hnng- ah- ahh...fuck!” Allius’ cock hit his own abdomen with each drive of Luke’s hips, and it left smears of pre-cum on his smooth brown skin. He brought one hand down to harshly stroke his cock. “Of- ah! Of c-course I did . Why- oh- why do you think I look forward to this so much?”

A violent bolt of lust and affection lanced through Luke. He loosened the grip on Allius’ torso to take his nipples in his fingers. He rolled the nubs between his fingertips, tugging on the piercings but careful not to cut the delicate skin. “You’re perfect,” Luke groaned against his neck, “But you already knew I think that.” The sentence was punctuated by another drive of his hips that sent Allius’ back bowing away from him.

Allius cried out again, the noise desperate and closer to a shriek than a moan. His walls clenched around Luke’s cock. “Do that again, puppy.”

Luke obliged happily, grinding his hips up into his lover, trying to hit that spot again and again. Allius let his head drop back against Luke’s chest, long past trying to hide his sounds of pleasure. He kept stroking his cock but the pace was stuttering and unsteady because of Luke’s vicious thrusts. His walls were fluttering in pleasure, and Luke could feel his knot start to swell. It caught on Allius’ rim with every movement. He made to pull out, but Allius moved his strong tail to encircle Luke’s waist, keeping him from moving back any further. He was panting hard, back sweaty and sticking to the werewolf’s hairy chest. “Fucking knot me, dumbass!”

Now this was new territory. Luke had never knotted Allius during his cycle, always pulling out and cumming outside, or knotting one of his toys. His brain was too cloudy to question this change, though, and immediately thrust all the way back inside. He rolled his hips into Allius, trying to make the most of his limited mobility. Luke knocked aside the hand that Allius was still jerking off with and replaced it with one of his own. His hand was larger and rougher than Allius’ own, and in moments the demon was cumming. Pearly liquid, the same pinkish colour as his slick, shot out, hitting himself in the chin, dripping down his chest and over Luke’s fingers. The way his hole clenched around his cock sent Luke over the edge. After a few more harsh thrusts he sank in to the hilt, and held Allius tight against him as he spilled inside. They collapsed, still locked together by Luke’s knot.

Allius looked thoroughly wrecked. He was covered in cum and that demonic golden blood, his whole body damp with sweat, with slick still leaking down his inner thighs and saliva dripping from his open mouth. He had claw and bite marks all over him, and the possessive side of Luke was already beginning to lament them healing smooth. “Fuck, that was so good,” Allius breathed out, craning his neck painfully in order to kiss Luke’s chest.

“You’re telling me,” Luke replied. He knocked his nose into Allius’ hair, running his fingers through to cum streaking the demon’s torso. “I don’t know if either of us can keep that up for the next five goddamn days.”

“Speak for yourself, puppy. I’m going to expect this every time you fuck me again. I’ll probably never have to feed again”

Groaning, Luke laved his tongue over one of the big bite marks one Allius’ shoulder. They kissed lazily, almost sleepily, with Luke straying away from Allius’ mouth to lick up the cum that had caught on his chin. Allius dropped his head to the floor after a few minutes, watching with half-lidded eyes as Luke continued dragging his fingers through the cum on his torso, licking the sweet-salty seed from his hands.

“Luke, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Luke rolled his hips into Allius once, both of them shivering with overstimulation. “It’s not like I can run away.”

Allius laughed once, breathless and joyful. He reached up to trace Luke’s hairline with soft fingers. “I…” He breathed in and out, clearly in an effort to centre himself. “I want to be your mate. Properly. If you’ll have me.”

Luke sat bolt upright as best he could while still being locked inside Allius. “You want to...pardon?”

“I know that it’s a big thing, and you’ll have to claim me as a human because if I’m in my true form the bite won’t hold. Also, I don’t know whether I would bite you too, or if we would form a pact, or…”

He was cut off by Luke locking his muscular arms around him in a bone-cracking hug. “Yes. Yes, of course I want to be your mate!” He attacked every available inch of Allius’ skin with kisses and nips. “Is that why you wanted me to knot you this time?” He asked after burying his nose into the velvet-soft skin behind Allius’ ear.

Allius nodded, wriggling further back into Luke’s warm arms. His tail wound affectionately around Luke’s ankle. “I don’t know why I’ve been avoiding it for so long. It’s not like I can get pregnant, and it feels so good. I feel so full.”

Luke groaned at the sound of that, gently headbutting Allius. “Don’t say that. I already want to fill you with my cum so bad, now I’m never going to want to stop fucking you.” He bit the demon’s ear with sharp teeth, hips bucking slightly. “And I know for a fact that I’m not willing to never let you top me again.”

“Ooh, so romantic,” Allius chuckled, “But no matter how nice that sounds, I want to go to sleep now. I’m tired.”

Luke nodded into the incubus’ nape, tucking them closer together and drifting off, surrounded by each other’s warmth.

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Any sort of smut with a naga or feral mothman like creature please and thank you

Anon, you said "naga" and my lil scaly heart got so happy. I have no idea if this is even remotely in the realm of what you were looking for, but I just couldn't shake the idea of a human prince with a harem full of monsters. I hope you enjoy!

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The Prince's Favour (M!Naga x M!Reader, NSFW)

For reference: Enéas is a Brazilian rainbow boa. I was 100% going to have a blowjob scene in this but rainbow boas have backwards hooked teeth (think fishhooks) that are designed to not let things back out, and having that near your dick sounds like a very bad time.

Word count: 3514

Includes: Power dynamics (prince x concubine), non-human genitalia, rough sex, double penetration, a little bit of crying

Being the youngest prince in a kingdom with a still-living king could be overwhelmingly boring. Matters of state were passed to your parents and eldest sister, matters of security to your next oldest sibling, infrastructure and agriculture to the next oldest, twin brothers. Your bloodline was long and vital, which was very good for the kingdom’s longevity. It was not so good for keeping you occupied. Your role, as well as your youngest sister’s, ended up being almost completely performative, with official duties being limited to keeping up a royal education and looking pretty beside your family during public appearances. The whole arrangement left you with a lot of free time to eat and draw and lounge about.

And have sex.

It was normal for royalty to have lovers or harems, if they wanted to and their spouses were okay with it. You yourself had several lovers, all of whom you enjoyed and cared about deeply. One of whom was currently lounging invitingly on your bed as you did your best to capture his likeness in paint.

“Enéas, beloved, can you hold still for me?”

The naga groaned, the muscular coils of his body shifting slightly as he did. “I’ve been sitting for hours now. When you called me, I didn’t think it would be for this.”

“Ten minutes, then we can do something else. I swear.”

The look that he shot you was long-suffering, but he settled back into the purposefully relaxed position you had directed him into earlier after taking a sip from the goblet beside him.The whole thing was mostly an act. You had been summoning him to your chambers to sit for this painting on a regular basis for the past month, and no matter where the sessions ended (often with you wrapped firmly in his powerful body), you never put on any airs about what those first few hours would entail.

Golden sunlight shone through gauzy curtains and spilled onto Enéas’ skin, setting the scales ablaze. The round black marks that lay over red scales the colour of baked clay were already beautiful, but under the sun’s rays he was cast in a rainbow sheen, every scale shimmering like an oil slick. The creamy scales of his underbelly flowed from his face all the way down, flashing like pale moonlight between his darker coils. Naga rarely wore clothing, they had no real need to, but Enéas had certainly developed a taste for finery during his time in the palace. Fine, sheer cotton, dyed snowy white and rich yellow, draped around him like woven light, held in place by gold clasps. Cuffs set with precious stones circled on his wrists and biceps, and a beautiful metal collar engraved with intricate patterns lay flat against his throat.

“You’re staring, little prince.”

The rasping taunt broke you out of your stupor, and you realized that your eyes had been locked on him, paintbrush unmoving on your canvas. You finished the stroke you had started with a careful flick. Stepping back a little, you surveyed what you had done so far. The hours spent on the portrait had been worth it, and even though it wasn’t done, you could stand to be finished for the day.

“I was distracted,” you said. “You were distracting me.”

A cheeky grin split Enéas’s face. It was hard-edged and full of sharp, hooked teeth, stretching far past what it would have on a human face, but managed to be as lovely and charming as it was frightening. “I have no idea what you mean. I was only sitting here, just like you asked me to.”

“Sitting there in a very distracting way.” You wiped your hands on the sturdy apron you wore before untying it and discarding it messily to the side. “We’re done for today, you can relax now.”

“Finally.” He stretched his arms above his head and groaned loudly before flopping back and letting his eyes close. The movement sent his whole body rippling in the sunlight, and the sight made your mouth go dry.

You strode towards the bed, closing the distance quickly to sit beside Enéas on your plush bedspread. He didn’t even open his eyes when the mattress dipped under your weight. With a feather-light touch, you traced the features of his face with a thumb. The transition from red to white around what would be a hairline was first, the gradient of the small scales dipping low on his forehead and contouring under his eye sockets, the way it pulled back on his temples. The flat bridge of his nose, his sharp jaw, the mouth stretching almost the entire way along the hollows of his cheeks. He just barely leaned into every touch, doing a very good job of pretending like he didn’t care about you sitting next to him and touching him like he was something precious. Each one of his breaths fanned upwards, over your face, and it smelled like the sweet lime cordial he drank moments before.

Your thumb continued its path around his face until it caught on the center on his bottom lip. One of his eyes drifted open, pupil an inky slit on yellow-green sclera, and he parted his lips just enough for his long, forked tongue to flicker out. It wound around the digit, brushing against your knuckles and the sensitive skin between your fingers. Cold spit cooled even further on your skin as Enéas licked over your hand. In a single swift movement he dipped his head forward to take your thumb fully in his mouth. You froze. His lips tightened around it and he sucked, tongue still working you over. You could feel your cock start to fill and you pressed in and down, putting the slightest amount of pressure on the floor of Enéas’ mouth. A low, raspy moan rumbled through him, eyes fluttering closed and back arching prettily.

Putting more pressure on his mouth, you hooked your thumb behind the bone of his lower jaw and forced it down, exposing hooked teeth and making his tongue loll. “Get me ready, beloved, and be thorough.” You leaned down to press a sweet kiss to the edge of his scaly jaw. “I want both of them today.”

Enéas’s eyes snapped open. His pupils were blown wide in excitement and arousal, and he flickered his tongue out over your skin again before pulling you down next to him with firm hands. Those same hands didn’t hesitate to begin roaming over your body, making quick work of the fastenings keeping your tunic and trousers closed before pulling his own scant clothing off.

“It would be my pleasure, Your Highness,” he said. The sound was already breathless, and sounded so beautiful that it hurt.

He stripped you of your clothing with an impossible combination of speed and reverence, each touch against your skin burning with affection. Pushing you fully onto your back, he slithered around you, smooth scales dragging against your increasingly bare skin until you lay cradled in his strong coils. A heavy tail coaxed your legs apart as large hands began mapping a path down your body. They skimmed over your throat and chest, pausing to tease each of your nipples to full hardness, and drifted lower, caressing your waist and stomach, scratching soft patterns onto your hips and buttocks, before landing on your thighs. His cool, clever mouth soon followed. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss landed above your pulse, then the base of your neck, trailing cold saliva over your shoulders and down your breastbone. You moaned quietly, unbidden, and your back arched up off the bed, eyes fluttering closed. Your world narrowed to sensation: the chill on your skin, the plush mattress underneath you, the smooth rasp of scales around you. Enéas’ hands lovingly massaging your thighs.

Your eyes shot open with a gasp when you felt his mouth close around one of your nipples. You could feel his smile against your skin as he suckled on the hardened nub. A little jolt went through you as those wicked teeth grazed over the delicate skin, your cock twitching where it now lay fully erect on your belly. One of his hands wandered up to play with the flushed head, dipping into the pre-cum pooling under it before raising his hand and licking his fingers clean.

Gripping his chin, you dragged his face up to meet yours. “I believe I told you to prepare me, Enéas.” The way you said his name managed to land somewhere between sweetly teasing and bitterly displeased. “We may be lovers, but I am still a prince. This may have been my mistake, though, maybe I wasn’t clear enough for you.” You pulled him up further, tucking your mouth beside his ear so that you could whisper directly to him. “Prepare me, my love, and do it nice and thorough. After you’re done, you will fuck me, with both cocks, until I can’t speak or until you fill me with your cum. Whichever comes later. Am I understood?”

Enéas smiled, pupils completely dilated, and dipped his head down to kiss you. It was salty and bitter from your pre-cum, with the barest hint of the lime cordial underneath. “As you wish, my prince.”

He sat back and lowered himself so that he was lying on his front between your legs. The coil of his body that had been pressing one of your legs open dug in harder, pulling your thigh even further out, and he threw your other leg over his shoulder to get better access between your cheeks. His big hands dug in and pulled them apart, exposing your tight hole to the air of the room. He breathed over it, pressing wet, biting kisses onto the supple flesh of your ass before slipping his tongue out and running it all the way from your hole to your balls. The long, slender fork in the muscle wrapped around you, almost delicately, spreading cold saliva over your balls and the base of your shaft. The chill was a brief shock against your skin that sent sparks zipping through you, making you drop your head back onto the mattress and forcing your breaths out in stuttering pants.

Enéas continued alternating between licking at your rim, just barely breaching the ring of muscle with the tips of his tongue, and suckling gently at your sac, each motion drawing desperate little noises out of you. It felt wonderful, but it was nowhere near enough. Somewhere in your mind you had a brief argument with yourself about whether it would be worth it to abandon all semblance of power and control that you had in order to grind your hips back on his face. On one hand, you were royalty, even splayed naked on your bed, and you liked to hold onto that for as long as you could. On the other, the feeling of his cool scales and wet, fluttering tongue was very rapidly driving that particular thing down your list of concerns.

All of that was wiped from your mind when you felt the blunt tip of one of Enéas’ fingers, slicked with oil from a vial he must have hidden somewhere on him when he started moving. It circled your hole slowly, deliberately, pressing just inside every so often, coaxing the muscle to loosen with practiced care. You wanted to squirm, to tense up under the teasing touches, but you forced yourself to breathe through it and relax as much as possible. This earned you a raspy noise of approval and a kiss to your sensitive inner thigh from your naga lover.

Seconds later, it also earned you one of his gloriously thick fingers carefully worked all the way inside you. Your back curved off the bed, a quiet moan spilling from your lips. He pumped it in and out a few times, just starting to open you up enough for him to continue. As soon as you relaxed, unconscious fists unclenching from the bedspread, a second finger, thick and wet with oil, joined the first. He twisted the two about inside you. Each motion dragged the subtle ridges of his scales along your inner walls, and when he crooked his knuckles deep inside you, you arched up with a breathless moan.

“Ohhhh, fuck.”

Enéas’ head emerged from between your legs, and he smirked at you as he began scissoring his fingers, stretching your rim, brushing up against the spot of blinding pleasure on every thrust. “Well, Your Royal Highness? Am I pleasing you now?”

“You would be pleasing me more if you got on with it,” you snarked at him. He grinned back at you, the tremor in your voice and the way that your whole body had begun quivering betrayed your pleasure too much for him to ever believe that you were honestly upset.

“As my prince wishes.”

He raised himself so that he was braced overtop of you, and he rubbed the head of his upper dick over your entrance. You hadn’t even noticed him teasing his cocks erect and out of the slit that usually kept them hidden, but it wouldn’t surprise you if that was what he had been doing with his other hand while prepping you. A sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth was the only warning you got before he pushed into you with near-maddening gentleness. His cocks were more slender than the average human’s, but they were longer, and were covered with nubby barbs of flexible cartilage that caught deliciously inside you whenever he pulled back. He started rocking his hips into yours, getting deeper and deeper with each stroke, dick not close to filling you up but the barbs stimulating you plenty all on their own. You moaned slightly each time he drew back, cock leaking even more pre-cum between your bodies. Waiting until he was fully seated inside you, body flush against your ass, he began gently massaging your hole, the muscle already stretched tight around him. He moved his fingers in sync with his shallow thrusts, slowly but surely opening your hole enough for him to slip his second cock inside.

You were moaning even more loudly now, shuddering noises of pleasure leaving your lips every time Enéas fucked into you or pressed in on your entrance. His finger disappeared from your skin briefly after a particularly rough thrust left you panting and teary-eyed. You whined at the loss, wriggling further back on his dick. Another rough drive of his hips sent your back arching painfully, mouth dropping open as his index finger slipped into you alongside his shaft.

“Nngg, ah-- fuck, so-oo good,” you mewled.

Enéas started fucking into you with even more ferocity, making your whole body move every single time his hips slammed into your ass. Your cock slapped up onto your stomach with an obscenely wet sound, and left wet smears of clear fluid on your skin each time it hit you. The sounds coming out of you were starting to sound desperate, morphing from regular moans of pleasure to pitiful little whimpers and gasps. You were so overwhelmed by the way that his cock reached so deep inside you and caught so gloriously coming back out that you didn’t even notice a second fingertip tease your rim. You didn’t notice it until the smoothly scaled digit thrust into you alongside his first one. The feeling of it, the stretch of your rim definitely painful now, ripped a shattered cry from you.

Your whole body was tensed up, chest heaving with panting breaths. “Oh shit. Enéas, I’m going to…”

The hand he had been using to hold himself above you darted downwards and locked in a tight ring around the base of your steadily leaking cock. The crescendo quickly building in the pit of your stomach was stopped in its tracks, and you wailed at the blocking of your orgasm. Enéas smirked wickedly at you before lowering his mouth to graze lightly over one of your nipples.

“Patience, little prince,” he chided, “Just hold on a little longer, and you can cum on both of my cocks.”

Each word he spoke was punctuated by him driving his barbed shaft into you and scissoring his fingers wider and wider. Somewhere in the haze of your almost-climax he had stuck a third finger into your hole, and all of them were now stretching you out as far as you could go. His big arms wrapped around your back and he aggressively hoisted you upwards, forcing you to wrap your legs around his body. He slipped his fingers out of you, and almost immediately his lower cock replaced it. The shaft was thicker, the head a little more bulbous, and it filled you up so wonderfully next to his other one. Once he was fully seated, he went still to let you get used to the intense stretch inside of you. You tried to wriggle about in his arm to get him even deeper inside of you, but he used both arms to grip you tight to his body, keeping you still. That mouth of his kept lovingly licking over your chest, going slack to let saliva leak out over his lips and onto your skin.

With a firm grip on your hips and an almost painful amount of care, Enéas lifted you up until only the heads of his dicks remained inside of you. Realizing what he was about to do, you stopped writhing in his grasp, relaxing as much as the position allowed. He hissed a thanks into the thin skin above your breastbone. A slight shift of his weight so that all of his coils lay firmly beneath him, and he lowered you almost all the way down onto him. He pressed sweet kisses to the base of your sternum, then each of your nipples, then to the side of your throat. Settling his face into the warm crook of your neck, he began to raise and lower your along his shafts, using your body to fuck himself to completion.

This new position made his cocks reach impossibly deeper inside of you, spines rubbing against that sweet spot with each stroke. You dropped your head forward against Enéas’ shoulder, moaning loudly. With his previous fierce grip on your tortured cock gone, you felt your orgasm begin to build again. Clear pre-cum dripped out of your slick head and smeared between your bodies. He kept bouncing you on him, breath coming out ragged against your neck as he chased after his own climax.

“Holy shit-- that’s so good…”

Your mouth hung open as heat bubbled up in your gut. You tried to warn Enéas again, but all that came out was a strangled gasp of his name before you were cumming between your bodies with a cry. His sharp mouth curved into a grin pressed into the skin of your shoulder as you went boneless in his arms. He kept driving your body down onto himself mercilessly, paying no mind to your limp form. Your eyes filled with tears and drool leaked from your slackened jaw as you were driven to complete overstimulation from him using your body.

“Mmmmhh-hngg....AH!” You moaned desperately, squirming in his arms, trying to get away from the feeling of his cocks inside you that was quickly starting to get painful. Your hole was fluttering erratically around him, and the grip that Enéas had on your hips stuttered, betraying how close he was.

“My prince, I’m…” he managed to grunt out before he pulled you all the way onto his cocks and came inside of you, clutching your body close to his.

His twin dicks twitched against your sensitive walls as thick white cum spilled inside of you. You wailed at the sensation, your own spent cock trying fruitlessly to twitch erect again. Enéas held you against him for several minutes, catching his breath, before he carefully lifted you off of him and laid you down on the now-soiled sheets. The spines on his shafts caught on your puffy rim as he pulled out, making you wince. Your belly was still sticky from your own orgasm, and gobs of Enéas’s cum leaked from your hole, making you feel even filthier. You were completely and utterly fucked-out and content as you lay there in a warm stupor. Cold lips kissed away tears that you hadn’t noticed had fallen, and a hand rubbed comforting circles into the back of your neck. He shifted his body to wrap around you in heavy coils that felt safe and warm, despite his cold blood. You stayed there, cradled against his familiar body, being covered in soft kisses and soothing caresses, until the shaky aftershocks of both of your climaxes dissipated. Once they had, you curled onto your side so that you could nuzzle your face into his scaly neck,

“So?” Enéas whispered into your ear, peppering the side of your face with affectionate pecks. “Did I please you, my prince?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, nibbling on his jaw slightly. “You absolutely did, beloved.”

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