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[kittengoddex]

down with monarchies and everything ofc, but i think tumblr made me develop a regency kink…

cw dubcon, alcohol, trans prince, prince x knight, gender neutral

oh to be a pretty prince in frilly pastel layers drinking wine at a party, flirting with the bards and dancing with the noble ladies as i spare the occasional glance my knight bodyguard’s way as they brood by themself against the wall. to spend the evening reveling and gradually unraveling—my cheeks flushed from drinking—as they watch me from the sidelines, never indulging.

until eventually i find myself whisked away from the festivities by one particularly forward noble who’s been eager to get their hands on me all night—through innocent, lingering touches as they laughed at my jokes, to firm, suggestive grips around my waist as we danced. and i end up with my back pinned to a wall with them pressed up against me in a corner, hand over my mouth as they utter a sultry whisper in my ear. hush now. wouldn’t want to get caught like this, would you, your highness? and of course i don’t, so i whimper and shake my head, embarrassed at how quickly i succumb to their whim and at how warm it makes me feel. they press their leg between mine with a domineering smile, making me whine as they stroke my hair back from my flustered face. good, they purr, delighted in how i shiver against them.

but just as their lips graze against my neck and their teasing hand begins to creep beneath my waistband, the distinct sound of clinking metal echoes in the room. my captor freezes as i look up, startled, to the elating sight of my loyal knight in shining armor behind them. our eyes lock, and they must see the panic in mine because their jaw clenches. with a fierce look and without hesitation, they rip the noble away from me before the poor sap can even turn around. gripping them by the scruff of their collar, my knight growls a protective, if you ever plague my sight again, I’ll slice you to pieces.

i can’t help the way my heart thumps in my chest or how my legs quiver at those words and the hot fire in the knight’s glare, for me, i realize. the noble, of course, withers at the threat, crumpled aside like common rubbish and skittering out of sight without another word. and finally we’re left alone as i attempt to catch my breath and smooth out my wrinkled clothes and mussed hair. as soon as they’re sure the coast is clear, my knight comes to my aid.

are you alright, flower? did they hurt you? they ask me in the softest voice, a stark contrast to their previous tone. i melt at the tenderness, suddenly ashamed of how i let myself get swept up so easily. i... i'm fine, i murmur while crossing my arms over my chest, not meeting their eyes. but they see right through me, cupping my chin in their gloved hand to meet their stern gaze as they quietly chastise, you ought to be more careful, stay where i can see you. they stroke a gentle thumb over my lips and cheek, like i'm the most treasured jewel in the world. there are plenty of villains who would do anything to claim a precious little thing like you. but i won't let them.

'because you're mine,' i want them to say. leaning my chin into the soft leather covering their hand while setting mine on their muscled forearms. i watch them avert my soft gaze as one of those strong arms wraps around my shoulders. it's late, they say, pulling me along, i'll escort you to your chambers.

after a heady evening of being tossed from one flushed body to another in an attempt to rile them up, tipsy and tingling on tired feet, i feel their firm hold on me tighten as i stumble to my bedroom door. they practically carry me across the threshold before plopping me down on the silken sheets, turning to take their post standing guard at my door when i grab their arm. don't go, i plead, a hint of desperation in my voice as i bite my lip. they grow still, tensing at my touch, so i press. please, stay with me tonight.

for a moment, i'm not sure if they hear me, until their low voice sends a chill up my spine. is that an order, your highness? they look back to meet my eyes, fervent with that same fire i saw earlier, and my breath hitches in my throat. what's the matter? griffon got your tongue? strange, you didn't seem to have any problem using it with all those partygoers. i gulp, realizing they had noticed after all. they sigh, turning all the way to face me as they slowly pull their gloves off. maybe you've just forgotten, they mockingly ponder, stripping their armor off piece by piece, maybe you need a reminder. before long they're straddling me on the bed, holding me down with one hand. is that it, sweet prince? do you need me to teach you a lesson? my pulse races under their steady palm, warmth building in my core as i nod hurriedly. i've never wanted anything more.

they lean down and my hands grasp them close, fingers weaving through their hair as i hold their rough lips to mine. they drink me in, tongue parting my mouth as they seek more. they peel the doublet off my shoulders, drawing away only to pull the white undershirt up over my head as their hands play with my sensitive chest. i let them devour me, tongue dancing with mine and their teeth digging into my bottom lip as they grind against me. i let out a moan and they tug my head back by the hair, leaving my mouth open to make room for their calloused fingers. close, they command. i gladly obey, sucking and running my tongue along their fingers. that's my little flower, they praise, so good for me. my hips twitch against them, eyes dilated and lips swollen. one hand pumps fingers in my mouth as the other trails down my chest and over my stomach, their weight on my thighs the only thing keeping me from writhing. their fingers trace over my hips, toying with my pant buttons. they slide the fingers out of my mouth, slick with my spit, as they ask, may i?

yes, i answer, breathlessly begging, please. they smirk, deftly undoing the buttons and dragging down my pants and undergarments before dipping their fingers between my legs. i mewl and shake at their touch against my dripping folds, a small groan escaping their lips. so wet for me already, poor little thing. why didn't you say so? their fingers easily slip into my hole, stroking my walls so i can hear just how needy i am for them. my back arches, legs trying to close as i tighten around their fingers. unh uh, keep open for me, sweet prince. you've been taunting me all day, and now you're going to pay the price. i inhale a sharp breath as they pin my legs apart with theirs, curling their fingers deeper and sinking their teeth into my neck. my moans are like music to their ears, practically singing as their thumb circles around my tender cock. they mark my neck and collarbone with bites and bruises, a clear reminder that i'm theirs. with their fingers pinching and tugging my nipples, the other hand filling me and stroking my throbbing dick, it doesn't take much to send me over the edge. they suck and press their tongue into the soft flesh under my ear as they thrust into me, stroking hard enough for colors to swim in my eyes while they roll back.

my faithful protector murmurs sweet nothings in my ear as i ride out the high, my hot slick coating their hand. but i'm barely given the chance to come down, as my knight maintains a steady pace, merciless while i quake and whimper helplessly under them. oh, did you think i was done with you? i told you, flower: this is your punishment, and you're going to take it like the good little prince i know you can be. i continue to shudder, gripping the silk sheets as i'm blissfully overwhelmed by their unwavering touch.

y-yes, sir.

[kittengoddex]

I just want to be a romantic man of leisure. The spoiled, well-fucked plaything of an eccentric aristocrat, the boytoy of a rich man.

I want to live at his estate under loose pretenses, the center of the town gossip as I go out for a walk dressed in my finery and leather collar, covered in bite marks and hickeys.

I want to tempt him as I lounge in the sprawling library, writing mediocre poetry and touching myself wantonly until he breaks and breeds me roughly on the floor like I knew he would. I want to kneel at his feet at meals while he feeds me by hand and pets my hair and face, fondles my exposed body, calling me his pretty boy, telling me all the things he wants to do to my mouth.

I want to kneel under his desk for hours, holding his cock gently in my mouth while he writes his letters and takes his meetings, to run to him when he calls through the house for me, ready to please him however he needs, just a set of holes to fill.

I want to be the entertainment at his lavish dinner parties with his friends of ill-repute, naked and blindfolded and restrained for anyone’s use - and use me they will. I want him to reward the best workers of his estate by whoring me out for an evening for them to play with as they like.

I want him to punish me when I’m too needy, or not needy enough, or spending too much time being ravished by the strapping young stablehands. I want him to beat me and mark me all over like he owns me, because he does - I could never make a life of my own now, not with my reputation. I’ll simply have to live out my days as his pretty little slut, his good boy.

I want to be constantly ready and dripping for him, edged and desperate. I want to be a drooling, fucked out, pampered fucktoy, always ready to please. I want to have no responsibilities but to warm his bed and his cock.

[kittengoddex]

(cw: royalty kink)

it falls to me to teach you to defend yourself. i'll always be there to protect you, but our future majesty must be studied in all forms of combat. the king has hired the best in the kingdom for you, even the best from other kingdoms, but none of them have had the success that i've had with you.

of course it's because i understand you - i know you. i know your strengths and your weak points, i know your habits and your traits, negative and positive. i know how you think, i know what you wish for. i know what you look like when you're nervous, even when you hide it well. i know you, almost completely.

and as i teach you, i get to know you better. i train you in fencing, archery, horsemanship. you're a quick study and dedicated to doing your best, but you do struggle specifically in hand-to-hand combat.

something about the intimacy of an enemy putting their hands on you, the vulnerability of fighting without a weapon to separate you from your opponent, the brutality of using your bare hands to fight them off - it stalls you. you panic every time. the couple of seconds you hesitate could mean your death someday.

one day i accidentally discover a new, and very effective, training strategy.

its critical that i teach you to never let yourself be pinned down. if the opponent manages to restrain you, you're as good as dead - especially a delicate thing like you. but you don't seem to be taking that concept as seriously as you should. nothing i say or do drives the point home. we're only in a lesson, and you can't seem to get past that mental block. deep down you feel safe, so you won't put in your true best effort.

one day towards the end of a lesson, i throw you to the ground, once again pinning you easily with my weight. i watch as you grit your teeth, gasping and struggling, helpless against my strength. at first i see you mentally review what you've learned, but you rush it and it doesn't work. as you begin to panic your technique gets messier and messier, and your strength is no match for mine, let alone enough to force your way to freedom.

as i wonder how i'm supposed to teach you this and let you find a way out on your own without coddling you, my thigh settles between your legs and suddenly, i see your pretty eyes go wide.

my lips curl in a smirk. i press a little closer, my grip on your wrists tightening. don't panic now, i warn you, my voice heavy with false innocence. you seem flustered.

slowly, i settle my thigh more firmly between yours, my knee driving gently against you through the layers of fabric separating us.

the friction of your clothed cunt on my thigh has an instant effect. you fall still as if frozen in panic. a slight blush warms your cheeks.

go on, i encourage you. you think i'm gonna let you go so easily? at least try to escape.

you bite your lip, staring down at the space between us, your eyes still wide with panic. i nudge my thigh into you, earning a little flinch.

"sir..." you breathe, your chest rising and falling with shuddering breath.

what is it, your Highness? i ask, feigning concern. something the matter? do you give up?

your eyes shift up to mine. you suck in a breath, trying to steady yourself. "no, sir."

perfect. then keep going.

slowly, you obey, shifting under me, but with a hitching breath you quickly realize that any struggling will drive you instantly against me again, the friction hot in your core. the urge to rock your hips and grind against me makes you twitch. confused, you lay there helplessly.

do you really plan to lay there and take it? i taunt. there's a way out if you keep trying.

your pretty lips part to complain, but your words die on your tongue. you glance down and back up to me, and you realize. you know i'm doing it on purpose.

now your gaze is hot, with equal parts horror and desire. "let me go," you demand, but your heart's not in it. just like your heart isn't in any of your attempts to escape my hold.

i smirk down at you. what kind of a teacher would that make me? i ask. if you want freedom, you'll have to work for it, sweet prince.

your eyes are wide in a silent plea. your blush deepens as i press into you, earning more friction. you release a little gasp and involuntarily grind against me, your hips rolling. then you suck in a breath, trying again to focus yourself.

the more you struggle, the harder you're forced against me, the better it feels. you could, of course, admit defeat, as you sometimes do when i've got you hopelessly caught in my stronger grip. but that would be too serious a blow to your pride, especially considering the humiliation you're already enduring.

you rock into me, panting as your cunt throbs against my thigh, whining low in your throat. my grip on your wrists tightens and you flinch.

"i'll report you to the guard," you threaten halfheartedly. your voice trembles with pleasure.

i smirk down at you. we're pressed so close i can feel your heart slam against my ribs. for what? beating you in a fight?

face flaming with embarrassment, you rock against me again, tentatively. you release a little sigh of bliss. you build a slow, careful pace, which i match by pressing my thigh into you, and soon you're trembling, pleasure pulsing through you in waves, not intensely enough to get you off, but enough to make you sweat and whimper.

i lean down, whispering in your ear as if to give you a hint. just like that, pretty boy. that's exactly right. keep going and i might release you after all.

you whimper into my chest, rocking harder against me. finally shamelessly pleasuring yourself in my thigh. i know it's mortifying, but you can't seem to stop, you're so desperate for it. i'm tempted to flip us over and let you hump my leg if that's what it takes to satisfy you, but i know that would be all too embarrassing.

finally your little whimpers rise into whines and moans that you muffle in my chest, and i mutter in your ear as you fall into the monotonous rhythm that means you're so close, you'll cum soon if you keep going like that. that's a good boy, i say. a sweet thing like you would win every fight. no one could stand to hurt you.

with a gasping moan, you gush in your trousers, soaking your boxers with cum. your lashes flutter, your chest rising and falling frantically against mine with stuttering breaths.

i nuzzle my nose in your neck as you recover, my grip on you softening. good boy, i say again. my pretty prince.

after that first time, you fight better than ever. you don't let yourself get pinned even once over the next month. obviously it's an effective teaching method - i can't say you're any better at fighting me off when you're pinned, but if you don't get caught in the first place, i can't complain. so next time you're trapped beneath me, i make sure to once again, for your education's sake, trap you helplessly under me, bury my face in your neck, and remind you to be a good boy for me and earn your release.

[kittengoddex]

I woke up and now I’m thinking about being a vampire lord/lady’s prized pet, kept in pretty cuffs and a collar, in their lap, kept in trance and fed on to be all floaty and out of it, nothing I can do except cling onto them all hazy and weak

[kittengoddex]

boobs

[kittengoddex]

fuck, that was perfect — you’re perfect. can i cuddle up next to you, please?

no, of course you weren’t too much. you didn’t push too far, you never crossed a boundary. if you had, i would have safeworded; but you’re wonderfully quick at recognizing the slightest bit of genuine discomfort, steering the scene away from that long before it ever becomes necessary. it warms me every time.

you know i don’t mind that you get off on hurting me. really the opposite — there’s nothing i love more than watching the freed aggression in your eyes when you hold me down, take what you want, and just let yourself have me; and there’s nothing wrong with you for enjoying what we did, too. besides, for all the bruises you leave on my skin, for all the screams and whimpers you drag out of me… i never feel more cherished and at ease than when we do this together.

and i also like it, genuinely love it, when you’re mean to me. or pretend to be. i know we play around with fear a lot; you’re so good at being intimidating when you want to be, and fuck, you know i like feeling scared. but truth is — you don’t scare me. not like this, in the reality of it, when you’re being so gentle, making sure i feel so comfortable and cared for.

even on my knees and so deep in submission, i feel blessedly safe with you. you’re such a good, wonderful, caring person: you take me apart and put me back together so well, every time. thank you.

[kittengoddex]

Detransition kink? No.

Transification kink.

Doing small, sexy things to help a newly out trans person come into their identity.

Taking your newly transitioning partner out clothes shopping and while they are trying on clothes feeling them up, pinning them against the stall, and fucking them in their new clothes, reminding them that they are such a good boy/girl/whatever title they wish to use.

Straddling your partner on the bed and grinding with them as you apply makeup to enhance whatever features would give them the most gender validation, telling them how handsome/pretty/charming they are going to look.

Trying out different gendered titles in the bedroom and, once they find one they like, forcing them to praise themselves and say their own title as they are lost in pleasure, not fully satisfying them until they say, “I’m a good [title], I’m such a good [title].”

That is what I want.

[kittengoddex]

boyfriend bought me a new sex toy and oh, goddddd ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

[kittengoddex]

staring up at them in complete awe and adoration while ur underneath them getting fucked into the mattress, not a thought in ur head that doesn’t revolve around how good they’re making u feel or how obsessed u are with them <3

[kittengoddex]

NOOO!!! my vibrator broke nd now i can't get offffff.... its a sad day for ktitens everywhere

[kittengoddex]

waiting for a group of ghosts to decide that i’d be the perfect fucktoy, so they go ahead and fuck me through my clothes until i’m moaning and clenching around invisible cocks, only leaving once all my holes have been stuffed with glowing cum and the excess is slowly leaking down my thighs

[kittengoddex]

i really want to hold him down by his wrists and watch him melt under me

see his pretty eyes roll to the back of his head as i drag my nails gently down his sides feeling him shudder

i want him to surrender to me

[kittengoddex]

don't you want my cock to force open your cunt? deeper inside you than anyone has ever been, pretty boy? tight, dripping all over my skin.

i'm coated in it, coated in you, puppy, can you believe you ever tried being anything but my whore? legs wrapped around me as if i'd stop if you let go. naive thing, absolutely nothing could keep me from forcing those pathetic fucking whines from your throat, you're just lucky that you like it

[kittengoddex]

Vampire Dom x GN Human Sub Requested by @transpunkslut

You had been living with him for a while now, the vampire. It started with a swipe right and an invitation to dinner that you couldn't bring yourself to refuse. He was honest from the very beginning - even before you got to his mansion - that he intended to drink your blood. You still went, and here you still were, months later.

You were cattle to him. Fresh blood in the pantry. That's why you hadn't gotten up the nerve to ask him to do anything more with you. Anything... intimate, even though you so desperately wanted to feel him inside of you. You doubted he would say yes. The night began as it usually did, with breakfast in the living room before the fire as snow fell in heavy flakes outside the grand windows. You were breakfast, of course. After that, things progressed as they usually did, though he seemed to be more present than usual. More attentive.

You were talking and laughing, telling stories, when he rested his hand on your bare leg and gave you that dazzling, sharp smile you had come to adore. Later, he squeezed past you in the kitchen between the island and the counter, his crotch rubbing against your ass as he went. Then, when you were reminiscing about something upsetting, he had taken your hand in his and gave you a soft kiss on the knuckles. There were more instances than these - many more - and every time he so much as grazed you, your heart skipped a beat and your stomach fluttered. Your head was spinning all day, your legs clenched together to provide some friction.

The sun began to rise, and you were beginning to lose control of yourself. He wouldn't need to feed again so soon, but god you wanted him to. Maybe you could convince him to have a snack...

You rapped gently on the heavy walnut door that closed his office off from the rest of the house.

"Come in," his voice came from the other side, always friendly, always inviting.

You stepped into the office and closed the door behind you, then padded forward on bare feet.

"What are you up to?" you asked.

He glanced up from his paperwork to see you in nothing more than an oversized sweater and underwear.

"Working," he replied, and there was curiosity on his lips.

You stepped around his desk, and he turned his chair toward you instinctively.

I hope he doesn't kill me for this, you thought as you sat on the edge of his desk.

"What are you up to?" he asked.

You bit your lip nervously.

"Are you hungry?" you asked.

"I'm always hungry."

You tugged the sweater off one of your shoulders, revealing your neck and the puncture scars there.

"You know I won't feed on you in such quick succession, darling." His voice was part purr, part growl, and despite his words, his pupils were blown.

"I know. But you're hungry and I want to make sure you're well fed."

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing, and rested his hands on your legs. He was cool to the touch, but his hands were soft, and the contact send electricity up your spine. You spread your legs, only barely.

"What are you doing?" His voice was low. Warning.

"I'm being good," you answered.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. No doubt he could hear it.

He smirked.

"You're trying to seduce me, aren't you, you little minx?"

You smiled and tried to avert your eyes, but he forced you to look at him with one clawed finger beneath your chin.

"I just want to make sure you're well taken care of... Master."

You had never called him that before, but you saw a fire start behind his blood red eyes when you did. He stopped breathing as yours picked up. He didn't need to breathe, of course, but it had become habit to make you more comfortable. Now, though, he was struggling to restrain himself, so breathing wasn't on his list of priorities.

You took hold of his wrist and slid his hand over your thigh and between your legs, where you pressed it against your crotch.

"I'll hurt you."

That wasn't a threat. It was a warning.

"No, you won't. You wouldn't do anything to risk losing your steady meals."

His pointed tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

"I know you want to, Master. Please. I want it too."

"I know what you want, pet, and it's not for me to drink your blood..."

Despite his hesitance, he pressed his palm against your crotch and began to massage. You let out a huff of breath and your hips jerked forward of their own accord. He pushed his chair out and stepped between your legs. His face was inches from yours, and you could feel his cool breath on your cheek. He smelled like vanilla and nutmeg.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing," he whispered.

"I know."

One hand worked between your legs while the other came up to cup the back of your neck.

"Once we get started, I won't be able to stop."

"Good."

"It will take hours."

"I hope it does."

"You don't know what you're asking for."

"I don't care."

"Your body won't be able to handle it."

"Try me."

Finally, he allowed all reservations to crumble and fall away, and he pressed his lips firmly against yours, holding you steady by the back of your neck. He wasn't gentle. His tongue snaked into your mouth to dance with yours. It was long and slick and strong, and he easily dominated you. His saliva tasted like honey cakes, and you throbbed underneath his palm. Your skin prickled with want. You could feel his long nails digging into the nape of your neck, but you knew he wouldn't break the skin. He wouldn't want to waste any of the crimson wine that flowed through your veins. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his hands on every inch of your body.

His tongue snaked down your throat and he fucked you with it as his hand made its way past your underwear to paw at you properly. You allowed him to continue as long as you could before you had to push him away to gasp for air. He might not need to breathe, but you definitely still did.

He didn't allow a second to go by before his mouth was on your neck and he sucked deep bruises into the soft flesh.

"M-more..." you begged. "Please..."

He licked a long line up the side of your neck, following your carotid artery, and then his hands were on the hem of your sweater, tugging it up and over your head, and your underwear down and off. He tossed them both to the side and then pressed his chest against yours, forcing you to lie back on the desk. He ground his clothed member against you. You could feel the thick bulge in his pants. He was... much bigger than you expected.

"Please..." you whined again.

"Please what?" he purred in your ear as his fingers tangled in your hair.

"Please. God, fuck me, please."

"You can call me Master," he replied, and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed you again.

Your head was cloudy, filled only with thoughts of him, with wants for him. Your body ached and you arched up to meet him as he pressed his hard cock against you.

"Please..."

A tear ran down your cheek. You couldn't take this teasing. You needed more.

When it seemed as if you might pull your hair out, he finally reached down between your legs. You heard his zipper, and then his cock sprung out of his trousers to slap against you. His length was throbbing and hot, and you nearly screamed in frustration.

"Master, please!"

His cockhead pressed against your entrance, his precum lubing you up, and then, agonizingly slowly, he began to push himself inside. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a moan as the head slipped in, and you clenched as the bulging shaft followed, stretching you painfully wide.

God, he was big.

He bottomed out, buried completely inside of you. You were soft and warm around him. He stilled, allowing you a moment in which you panted and spasmed around him, trying to acclimate to the sheer size of him. He was breathing heavily and you wondered briefly why. It didn't seem like he was doing it to make you comfortable, but more like... he couldn't help but pant.

"M-move. Please, move."

He pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, before he slowly buried himself deep once more. He set a steady, slow pace, and you were grateful. You had never taken anything so big, and you felt like you might break. You hurt with each thrust, stretching painfully, but your moans gave away the pleasure you were feeling. He crushed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, and his tongue snaked into your mouth a third time. The taste of him... god the taste of him. It made you wild. Feral.

He picked up the pace and you grimaced against the discomfort, but it quickly faded into bliss.

"Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." you moaned, long and low.

Your voice caught each time he thrust into you, breaking the word into pieces that got caught in his breath and fluttered away to swirl around the room like music.

"You feel incredible," he broke away just long enough to pant into your ear. "I should have done this sooner."

"Have you ever... nnnng... drank from someone... oh god... while they came?"

"I'm about to," he growled and sank his fangs deep into your neck just as his cock hit exactly the right button.

You came hard, clenching around him so hard it hurt. Your eyes rolled back, you arched up into him, you clawed at his back. He didn't stop thrusting, fucking you hard and fast through your orgasm as he drank deep. Your head spun as you came down. You tapped on his shoulder.

"S-stop... Gonna... Pass out..."

You felt the confliction in the muscles of his arms and chest as he struggled to let you go.

"Master..." your voice was barely a whisper.

Finally, he tore his mouth away from your neck and froze, gulping in deep breaths as he tried to calm himself.

"Master."

His head whipped around to look at you. You had never seen him like this before, so primal. So... monstrous. His eyes were wild, his hair was a mess, his lips were painted with your blood, and the tips of his wicked fangs were visible beneath his frown. You reached a hand up and stroked his cheek gently.

"Cum in me."

He didn't need you to tell him again. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his pace, hammering into you like a beast breeding its mate. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around him as he fucked you. Minutes passed... First five, then ten, then more. You came at least three more times before he was done. Finally, when you thought he was going to split you open, he pushed inside of you so deeply that you were scooted up on the desk.

The snarl that ripped from his throat was unlike any sound you had heard him make before. It was desperate. His cock throbbed aggressively inside of you as it released cum like a faucet. He filled you quickly, and you dug your nails into his back to help ground you as the sheer volume of his seed forced your insides to stretch. More minutes passed. Two. Three. The heat of his cum was bliss. Knowing that there was no way it was leaking out past his bulging manhood was ecstasy.

He thrusted as he began to come down, seemingly trying to get deeper, and with the heat of his seed, the throbbing of his cock, and the thrusting of his hips, you couldn't help but cum again. You nearly blacked out from the force of it.

After what seemed like an eternity, he relaxed on top of you, shaking. You went limp beneath him, allowing your arms to fall to your sides. Your bare chest heaved. You licked your lips, and he licked his.

"That was incredible," you panted.

He didn't smile, didn't chuckle. Instead, he pushed away from you, hooked his arms beneath your legs, and glared down at you with dark eyes. It was then that you realized he was still rock hard inside of you.

"I told you this would take hours."

Your eyes went wide as he began to thrust.

"I'm just getting started."

[kittengoddex]

imagine a monster twice your size, with a cock big enough to truly rival the size of your thigh. imagine wanting so badly to have it inside you, pushing your organs out of the way and making you into a tight cocksleeve.

your monster will insist that it’ll break you. you’ll respond that you’re unbreakable, and they won’t believe you. so of course, you prove them wrong. you promise them that you’ll let them lift you off if it becomes necessary, but you insist that it won’t.

you settle your legs on either side and lower yourself. the stretch is tremendous but so, so delicious, and you wiggle your hips just to sink down and take the next inch.

it takes near an hour to get it all inside of you, and by the end of it, your legs are trembling. but what matters is the massive cock within you, and the monster you love looking at you in admiration and adoration.

now that they know you can do this, it’ll be a very common occurrence.

[kittengoddex]

imagine being a sweet naive prince getting pinned to the bed by your trusted knight, pulled around by your hair as he has his way with you

[kittengoddex]

oh, to make out with a cute boy with a sensitive neck, holding him on my lap. oh to work him up by only kissing and biting his neck, or placing a hand around it to kiss him. oh to rub him through his pants only once he begs enough, and feel him unravel under my hands