kleoneli

[kleoneli]

Long drive with sister on my lap

Aside from fulfilling my fantasies, I never thought I’d actually be using this sub to post my own experience. Now that I’ve experienced it first hand, I feel like I owe this place some content. Although it took place a few weeks ago, I can’t stop replaying it in my head. Just to clarify I’m 23 and my sister is 25. This is also my first time writing so bare with me.

Every year, my family meets up with relatives from across the country and enjoy a week at our shared vacation cottage. The other families we’re on route to the cottage already.

The day was breezy, hot and full of summer dresses and skin. We were at the airport, picking up my aunt and her daughter. They live in another province so we offered to give them a ride after they flew in. The plan was to pick them up and go straight to the cottage a few hours away. We had already found them and were packing up their luggage into our car.

I was sort of helping but really I was stuck mesmerized by the many attractive girls speckled in the passing crowds. In my head, I thanked the earth for having seasons like summer. Everywhere I’d look there were girls in dresses or short shorts. Legs galore. For a brief moment, I forgot how humid and hot it was. Then I started being thankful for air conditioning.

I tuned back into my family.

“Sorry Sal! this was the best we got”, my dad explained to my aunt. “the van is back home, out of commission. We’ll just have to squish in” Early 90s van, thank God we didn’t take it. What we did have was a decently sized hatchback. As much space as it had though, the combined baggage of all five of us had taken up the whole trunk and at least one human seat.

“You guys are going to have to double up”, my dad finalized.

“Really!? There’s got to be more room in the trunk. We’ll just redo it and tetris a different way”, Gwen said behind her shades. She tried to rotate some bags and squish them tighter into the trunk. She was always determined. We allowed her to try.

I have never thought of my sister in a sexual way. But I’m not afraid to admit that with her summer outfit on top of her sporty figure she was definitely looking good.

Her summer dress was just a couple inches shy of being unclassy, which was the perfect tease for the male gaze. Thanks to her gym subscription and volleyball team her thighs and calves were well developed. Toned enough to show that she put time into her body. Her brunette hair, swayed back and forth in it’s ponytail as she kept trying to push the bags further into space that wasn’t there.

As attractive as she was though, she has always been just my sister. The one who I fought over poptarts with. The one who pulled the age card to win every argument when we were kids. The one I’d fight for space over the couch with. We didn’t hate each other, but we weren’t always close. Which is why this experience to me was unexpected. My incest fantasies never included my own sister.

“Ahh! I tried. Let’s just get out of here. I need to feel the breeze,” she surrendered. The sweat glossed over her fair skin.

“Sorry Gwen! Alright! Everybody in before we get flagged by the police,” my dad chuckled. Even though that was a very real possibility. We we’re lucky that the road to the country side was nearby. Once we get on it, the only traffic we’ll see for hours are other locals heading to their own countryside getaways.

Me and my sister paused before we got in the car. I didn’t know how it was going to work. She looked at me expectingly. “Ryan, you will crush me if you sit on my lap,” she half laughed. “Get in first.” I agreed instantly. She was only 5'3 and I could only guess about 110 lbs while I weighed about 50 lbs more.

The thought of having her on my lap though, at the time, was more of a nuisance and discomfort. Especially for a few hours drive. I sat down on the left side of the car while a huge amount of bags filled the middle seat. Aunt Sally and her daughter Annie doubled up on the other side of it. We could barely see them since the bags almost hit the roof of the car.

Only until my sister sat on my lap did I remember what I was wearing. Or not wearing. I knew the ride was going to be a long one so I wore something comfy. T-shirt and shorts. I also knew we might make it in time to go swimming right away so they were swim shorts. And I was not wearing any underwear.

My shorts clearly lost the battle against the feel of her soft legs and ass. The image of my cock rubbing against a girls ass instantly raced through my mind. My cock twitched. I was weirded out by the thought since It was my sister’s ass triggering them. I tried to shut it out before it got weirder.

“This for three hours. I can’t. Sorry, Ryan. Let’s try this,” Gwen moved forward a bit. Her bum now rested on the edge of my legs. Using them as a ledge to sit on. She was so close to the front passenger seat that she was hugging it. My cock was discouraged but I was relieved. But it also gave me a peak at her rose pink panties, as her dress rode up a bit above her ass. I averted my eyes.

“That’s fine with me. as long as you’re good like that”, I obliged.

The car started. We settled in. Squished in like a bunch of sardines in a can. And we set off.

20 minutes goes by. The sun was still hot, but the wind was giving us some TLC. My sister had plugged in her phone to play her music. She had a good playlist picked out for a summer drive. My parents and my relatives were busy catching up. It was a good drive so far.

“Okay, you’re knees are too bony” Gwen mocked.

“They’re naturally bony”.

She lifted her shades up to her head, showing her bluish green eyes and gave me a face. She leaned back to me and relaxed her body. Clearly she was tensing up while trying to stay in that previous position.

She leaned her head back on my right side. The bags in the middle were big enough to be a pillow on her right. “I should’ve done this earlier! It’s pretty comfy.”

I could feel my legs getting a bit numb. I thought, I just have to do this for a couple hours more. Good god. I leaned my head back too. Our faces were pretty much next to each other. Gwen had a subtle coconut sent. Must be her lotion or shampoo. It was gentle on the nose. As I inhaled, the sent eased my mind a bit but then it continued down to stir my cock.

I was immediately aware again that my cock was pressing up from underneath her. It didn’t help that my sister was wearing a dress. With the way she backed into me, the bottom of her dress was sitting slightly above my waist. So the only thing between my sisters ass and my cock was my shorts and her panties.

The smell of her delightfully stuck in my nose. It was encouraging my cock. I tried to stay still and imagine my cock getting softer. I knew it would be super weird for my sister if she felt me getting hard. but it was at that moment where the road started to get bumpy. The car jerked up a bit.

Our bodies moved with the car. The motions increased the pressure between my and my sister for a moment. Her smooth skin slid against me and my shorts. Her petite body fit perfectly on top of me.

“I forgot how bumpy the road gets here”, Gwen said while readjusting her body. Her hands grabbing the side of the car for support. Her bum wiggled a little, to get back into the position she was in. Her head next to mine. The smell of coconut. Her ass. My cock. God dammit.

“Oh man, my legs are getting numb” I said in the hopes that it would help change the situation.

My sister gave me a nervous look. She clearly was uncomfortable and I think was aware that I was getting harder. In the hopes to make me more comfortable, she adjusted her body. It only egged me on.

“Sorry, just a few more hours. I’m not that heavy. You got this”

For the next few minutes, I just tried hard to distract myself with anything passing by in the scenery. The good thing was that my family were procrastinators. We had to get up super early and pack everything we failed to do the days before. As soon as I knew it, I was falling asleep.

I woke up about more than an hour later. The sun was starting to go down now. The car was quiet; music turned off. I looked around, and everyone else seemed to be sleeping, except my dad of course. My sister was also passed out, her head resting beside me. Her petite body lay comfortable on me with her legs dangling off mine. Her right hand was resting on my arm.

As I regained consciousness, the hard fact that I was fully erect came to realization. Our bodies must’ve adjusted while I was asleep because now my cock was upright in between my belly and my sisters ass cheeks. I knew Gwen did squats too, I could definitely feel the results of them as her ass hugged my cock nicely. I could feel my tip getting wet.

Every now and then, as I tried to control the sensations, the car would hit a bump in the road. And my cock would push up against her ass.

Agony. I could only hope that Gwen didn’t wake up and freak out at me. I looked down to my shorts and could see the tip of my cock peeking up at me. The pee hole of my shorts was slowly opening with the movement of the car. Not good!

All of sudden, she mumbles. I freeze for my life. With her face next to mine, I feel her breath. I feel her swallow. Her chest expands and compresses with every breath. She adjusts slightly and gently moves her ass against my cock. Her hand squeezes my arm. My heart beats faster.

And then nothing.

She was simply turning in her sleep. I remember to start breathing again. Relaxing. I think to myself, I have to get out of this before I explode. In a very awkward attempt to not wake up my sister, I lift her with my pelvis. I try to hold her in that position with my hands as I adjust my cock away from her. And of course, the car jerks up and causes my hands to slip.

My sister’s ass lands hard on my cock. My fully erect cock was now back underneath her ass but also touching the lips of her pussy.

Something was different though. I can feel both her ass and lips hugging me. I can feel it much more. So MUCH more because my cock sprang OUT of my shorts’ pee hole. I silently moan. And having my sister’s thin panties definitely was not helping. With perfect timing, the road began to get more rockier. That told me that we’re almost there. Maybe 20 minutes more. I can do this(LIE). Every few seconds, the car would rumble. My eyes roll back as my cock is massaged between my sisters lips and ass.

I hear my sister mumble again. CRAP

“Uhh we.. ummost..there yeh..”, she attempts to speak, half awake. Her body begins to move and stretch. She inhales, arches her back and lifts her legs a bit to get circulation back. It made her ass hug my cock tighter. And her eyes shoot wide open. She definitely felt it now.

She quickly looks at me. Our faces, so close to each other.

She whispers sharply, “Ry-!”

“-I know, sorry! Natural bodily reaction.” I quietly and plea.

“Dammit, Ryan.” The car continues to rumble. It does a second time. A third. “Crap. So hard…It’s right under my..” She tries to compose herself.

Her eyes close. She quietly moans. The rumbling becomes more consistent. Her hand grabs a hold of my arm.

We stay like this for a few minutes. Our bodies just gyrating together. I can feel her getting wet on top of my cock. Her panties begin to get soaked as the car continues to shake our bodies. The rumbling is making me like a god damn vibrator. She bites her lip and exhales hard. I slowly feel her pussy and ass move along the length of my cock.

I try to hold her steady. I can’t take this shit. Even though she’s my sister, the feeling of my cock being jerked is taking over my mind. I inhale, trying to focus. The smell of coconut. Dammit. So good.

Through the rumbling of the car, me and my sister struggle through the vibrations silently for the next few minutes.

“Oh my goddddd”, Gwen mouths. She looks at me concerned.

“Try to focus on something el..”

The car hits a huge bump in the road. And our side of the car jumps way up. “HOOHHH!” Gwen quietly moans. She throws her head back onto the headrest.

All I could feel was soft wetness.

From that big upheaval, Gwens body lifted high enough for my cock to slide past her panties and for her pussy to swallow me whole. Oh shit! Oh Shit! I’m inside my sister. This soo wrong! I feel her body tense up. Her back arches and her legs shake. She’s cumming. She tries to make out words, but only vowels come out.

After a few seconds, her body releases. She remembers how to breathe.

Her hand squeezes my arm tightly now. The car recovers and continues on to its regular rumbling. My cock now gyrating in Gwen’s pussy. I can see her starting to get red. Her head now resting back, with her eyes closed. Mouth open. She was glowing. Her fingers squeezing and releasing my arm while the walls of her pussy do the same to my cock.

At that very moment, I had crossed to the other side of the fence. For the first time, I saw her as something other than my sister. The idea of having feelings and desires for her as a female now became viable. I knew I was nuts because it was just the situation. But the way her pussy caressed my cock, drove me past the borders I never thought I’d cross. She was fucking beautiful.

“Ry..” She whispered. She tried to maintain a look of concern above the pleasure.

She moans. Her body begins to move more significantly. Intentionally. “I’m sorr.. minds going blank..” She swallows hard.

I understood exactly. I communicated that by sliding my hand under her dress and pressing my hand against her waist. Her skin was smooth. I could feel her wetness in between my subtle thrusts. Yeah, I was thrusting now. Subtly.

The car was gyrating vigorously now. The gravel road was reaching it’s peak. And so we’re we. The noise of the stones beneath us masked our small moans and deep breaths. The wind from outside cooling us down.

Gwen began to gently caress my arm with her fingers. I moved my hand from her waist down to her leg. I caressed it back and forth. Her back now arched but still leaning against me. Her body twitched. She was liking it.

I looked to the rear view mirror, to see if my dad noticed anything. Luckily, there were too many bags around us, shielding any view of our bodies from the front seats. The only thing our dad could see if he turned around was our faces. His eyes were fixed on the violent road. My mom was still asleep.

I took the chance to kiss her neck. Her mouth widens and gives a slight moan. As subtle as my thrusts were, I was pushing harder into her as she pushed down on me. I wanted to go deeper into her. I feel her juices spilling onto my shorts. Her walls were getting tighter.

She inhales deeply, “Hohhh”, her eyes wide open. “Oh fuuckk” she mouths to me. She’s out of breath now, can barely speak. “Keep going…harder”.

I comply. I thrust into her harder. Subtle enough to not be noticed by my dad. I check the mirror again. The car continues to rumble. A big jerk every other second. My cock slides in and out of Gwen so easily. We gain a rhythm. Faster and faster.

She turns her face to me, fully blushing now, and stares intensely. Her eyes shift back and forth between me and my dad and the rear view mirror.

She moves towards me quickly, and kisses me. Her lips so soft. The smell of coconut too. My eyes stay open, fully taken back. The warmth and softness of her lifts sent in a rush of ecstasy. We stopped and looked at each other and then at the rear view mirror. Again we kissed. More passionately. Her tongue greeted my mouth and I greeted back. We finished with that, afraid of getting caught. But we continued fucking.

My sister turns to my ear, “I’m on the pill”.

My mind went crazy. She was giving me permission to cum inside her. I began to thrust faster. Harder. The car continued rumbling.

I watched her close her eyes, her mouth open. Her body was tensing and push down on me hard to make up for the lack of thrusting we could do. My crotch and shorts were now soaked. Thank god for the windows still being open. The smell of sex came off us and exited through the window.

With my cock still pushing hard gyrating inside of her, Gwen begins to tense. Again, her breathing quickens. I can feel it coming. Her pussy begins to squeeze me tightly and her hands reach up into my hair. I can’t fight it. I can feel myself about to cum. So I thrust harder into her.

She takes a sudden inhale, “Hohhhh” She squeezes me tighter than ever. Her body convulses. Her legs press firmly against mine. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. A strong silent moan comes from her open mouth.

As her convulsions happen, her lips grip my cock so hard. I thrust my hardest, deeper into her as I lose it in the big climax. My hands grip her waist as her hold her in place. Her hands reach for balance. My cock continues pulsing inside her. I feel my cum fill her up and drip out of her pussy and onto my shorts.

“oh my god yessssss!” She quivers and I’m still pulsing.

For the next few minutes we just sit there. I feel her muscles twitch every now and then. Her head rests on my shoulder as I caress her body under her dress. She kisses me on the cheek quickly.

I catch her smiling and satisfied. We look at each other, acknowledging what just happened. We both understood that our relationship has just changed for ever. And for the better maybe.

The rumbling comes to a stop. “Made it! Finally here, everyone!” Dad announces. The cottage towers over our car. The other relatives we’re already inside, moving about.

Perfect timing. Me and my sister get out of the car as quickly and discretely as possible while trying to hide the mess we made on each other. I cover up as much as I can.

My sister sprints to the cottage, “Gotta use the bathroom! Full bladder!” she announces to everybody. I watch her legs and her ass.

My thought immediately went to what will happen in the next few days. Me and my sister are sharing rooms.

That weekend me and my sister explored this new thing we had going on. There were a few hickups during the stay since there were a lot of relatives there. But sorry guys that was the first part. I ran out of time, I’m supposed to be up early tomorrow. But I’ll try to continue soon.

[kleoneli]

🎀No Rest for the Wicked🎀

(Somnophiliac) König !!

im impatient and couldn't for the life of me wait for the poll to be over in a week, so here you go! Somnophiliac Konig FTW !!!

- 18+ NSFW, so MDNI! 🔞

- Fem anatomy used

- WC: 2.2K (not proofread bc again, my coochie wrote this)

I added a sound for this one, since this is the song i listened to while writing it! love me some lumi athena <3

This one's just plain filthy! Enjoy 💗

Whenever Konig sees you sleeping, his mind can't help but wander to what you're dreaming about. He can't help but stare at you for long periods of time, just thinking about you, letting his mind be utterly ravished by you. It always starts out innocently: He watches you breathe deeply, your chest rising and falling with every expansion of your lungs. He watches as your lips part, eyes moving around behind your eyelids as you dream about whatever it is that was on your subconscious mind.

He talks to you gently as you sleep, knowing you can't hear him. His nightly one-sided conversations often range from seemingly insignificant confessions, to admitting his filthy obsessions over you that he would surely be too ashamed to say out loud.

"Mein schatz...You drive me so crazy. Every second of the day, I just want to touch you...to love you. To be inside of you..." He'd say, feeling himself getting worked up just watching you take his words in, without knowing you are. He contemplates what else you can take in without knowing. He'd imagine you just lying there, your peaceful sleeping form blissfully unaware as your sweet plushy walls subconsciously clench around him, pulsating with every beat of your heart.

When you first started finding yourself falling asleep near him, he would never think of doing such a thing to you, even though it darkly plagued his mind every time you slept near him. It drove him crazy, just watching you. He didn't know why he was like this, and he would always stop before you woke up. A much different ending than how it happened nowadays. But before you became aware of what he was doing, waking with a confusion and a sopping wetness between your legs, feeling the pleasure and utter ecstasy running through your veins, part of him always had the impulsive need to run his hands over you while you were asleep, and more. It would start small, like gently running his large hands over your face, testing how much of a heavy sleeper you were, how much you could take before your pretty eyes fluttered open in confusion and lostness.

There were times when you stayed asleep through all of it. From when his heavy breaths caressed your sleeping face, practically drooling as he grinded himself against your ass, feeling himself harden and jerk with every touch of your skin against his. He'd move his hands to your breasts, fondling your nipples and watching as they hardened against his fingertips subconsciously. He watched as your breathing hitched in your sleep, your dreams probably taking a very nasty turn. He'd take the fat of your thigh in his hand, lifting it and gently turning you on your back, as to not wake you by being too rough (even though he wanted nothing more than to absolutely ruin you). He'd shuffle down, placing his head between your legs as he inhaled your scent. It fueled him, made the blood rush to his cock at the speed of sound. He'd start off gentle, ever so slightly flicking his tongue against your sleeping clit, testing your limits to see if you'd wake up. He'd go in for more once he saw that you were sleeping deeply, sucking at your little bundle of sensitive flesh, your thigh jerking subconsciously. It entertained him, and had it not been for the human body waking itself to external stimuli, he could entertain himself for hours. Just watching how your body loved him even while it was asleep.

He'd smile deviously, eating you out and helping your cunt become a sopping, weeping mess in preparation for his growing cock. Once you were absolutely dripping wet, he'd slowly rise to lie next to you, turning you on your side and spooning you. He'd lift your leg up, holding them wide open as he slid his cock back and forth between your pussy lips, groaning quietly as he coated the head in your wetness. Once he was hard enough, he'd enter you so painfully slow, his eyes rolling back into his head as he held himself from pounding his dick into your cervix. He'll be propped up on his elbow, watching your face carefully to make sure you're not waken up by his insatiable appetite for your sweet little hole. Not being able to grunt and groan caused him to practically drool, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead as he fucked you, nice and slow. And when he feels like he's had enough, he'll close your thighs over his cock, slipping it between the pooling wetness right under your pussy. And once he's found the perfect spot, feeling your clit graze the swollen, throbbing head of his dick while your thighs caress the rest of his shaft, he'll start going to town.

He'll pick up speed, pressing your thighs tighter around his shaft, feeling the familiar tightening in his core, signaling that he's about to spill his hot, sticky cum all over your thighs and cunt. His cock hardens as he breathes shakily, digging his fingers into your thighs, not caring about waking you at this point. The coil in his balls snap, and his dick pulsates as he spills his cum all over your pussy and thighs.

"Mein gott..." He whispers, his voice practically a grumble. "Look what you do to me, schatz."

You'd wake up in the morning feeling sticky between your legs, your eyes peeling open lazily as you reach a hand down to your cunt, collecting the sticky substance around your fingers. You bring it up to your nose, smelling the sour smell of sex and semen. You turn to look at a sleeping Konig, and you just knew. You knew that deep breathing, that smell of sweat and manly musk that he radiated when your pussy had just put him to sleep. You smiled triumphantly, feeling proud of yourself because of the fact that you had him so damn pussy whipped, even when you were sleeping. You in your most vulnerable moment, the moment where you felt the least sexy, had managed to turn this battering ram of a man into a horny, desperate filthy mess.

And then there were the times when you did wake up, mid thrust, confused and lost but the only thing you knew was you wanted it harder. You needed it harder, faster. He knew you'd woken up, now mercilessly pounding into you, replacing every waking thought that dared to generate with the feeling of pure, utter euphoria. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing as if his life depended on it. All you could think about was his dick, hard and throbbing as he laid behind you, holding your thigh up as your walls squelched and wept around him. He let out a string of German expletives, all of his sounds previously held back now releasing themselves ten-fold.

"Scheisse...my pretty liebe. Did I wake you? How does it feel when I fuck you awake, hm? When all you can think about is my hard cock, going so fucking deep that I touch your womb, hm?" He says breathlessly in your ear, his grunts and groans dominating your gentle, sleep-laced moans and whimpers as he fucks you harder. "Mm...Konig. Feels so good, baby. Please...faster?" You ask, your voice shaking and still grumbly with sleep. Your eyes had barely managed to peel open, keeping them squeezed shut as if the feeling of his fat cock inside of you would leak out if you dared to open them. "You want it faster, my schatz?" He asks, his voice hiding a bit of taunt to them. "Mhmm. 'm gonna cum, please...go faster" You ask, the need for him practically dripping from your lips.

"You will cum when I say you can, yes?" He taunts. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, whimpering and tears brimming your eyes. You were so close, so close to releasing yourself all over his cock. He loved to dangle orgasms in your face, loved to see how you crumbled to a sobbing, horny, squelching mess under him as he denied you the release you so badly needed. He loved when you cried for it, tears staining your cheeks and lips going puffy as you bit them hard, trying not to cum against his wishes. What happened when you broke that rule was a story for another time...

"Such a good little schatz, listening to me so well, yeah?" He whispered in your ear, letting go of your thigh and wrapping his hand around your hips, resting on your swollen, throbbing clit. You jerk as the pad of his thick finger circles your clit, and you start to feel a familiar warmth pool in your bladder instantly. He continues sliding in and out of you, bottoming out as you take every inch, right to the damn hilt. He fucks you harder and faster, your tits bouncing and jiggling as he watches them. He chuckles lowly, grunting in your ear as he plays with your clit. "Look at you. Such a hure for me." (whore) "Letting me use you while you sleep. You like it, don't you? You like when you wake up, my cum all over your pretty little thighs, right mein liebe?" He whispers, taunting you as you feel yourself start to stumble over the edge. Your head goes hot with impatience, shaking violently because you can't hold it any fucking longer.

"P-please, Konig. 'm gonna cum. 'lease let me cum." You beg, finally peeling your eyes open to look at him. He looks down at you and smiles, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "How can I say no when you beg so fucking good for me, dear" He replies, lowering his lips to yours. Your lips part and your jaw goes slack as he quickens his pace, the swollen head of his cock relentlessly pushing into your plushy little spot, conjuring what will be one of the strongest orgasms your body has ever managed to produce. "Cum for me, baby." He breathes. Your breathing hitches as you moan and yell into the kiss, your lips open and smashed together as you both groan and moan into each other's mouths. He presses his forehead to yours, beads of sweat colliding and slicking your skins as he rubs your clit harder, fucking you like the world will meet its demise if he doesn't fuck you so deep you feel his cock in your throat. You feel the warmth from your bladder spill into your clit as you squirt all over his fingers, your juices pooling under your thigh as you yell and moan, the only time you felt compelled enough to scream. He chuckles devilishly as you cum, your soft walls violently pulsating around his dick, his hand covered in your squirt. His hand moves back to your thigh, his death grip causing your flesh to mold around his fingers as he holds it up.

You feel his cock harden and his grip around your throat tighten again as he gets close to his edge, kissing you hungrily as you shake and spasm under him. The overstimulation makes your brain go absolutely stupid on his dick. The way he kisses you borders around dangerous, his insatiable appetite only growing as he gets closer to finishing. He groans against your lips, his hips faltering as you feel his dick pulsate inside of you, spilling his hot seed all over your walls.

"Oh, scheisse. Scheisse scheisse. Du fühlst dich so verdammt gut" (You feel so damn good). He moans, his voice shaking with pure euphoria. You breathe heavily, your thighs shaking as he pulls out from you, a sickening squelch ringing out as he does so. He lands on his back, lowering your thigh gently as he heaves. His hand releases your throat, peeling your wet hair from your face, slick with sweat. You lie there, completely dumbstruck, your mind racing miles a minute and trying to recover from the utter loss of brain cells it just endured. You hear him shift to look down at your leaking, sopping pussy, praying he'd let you recover from how he had just fucked you stupid.

He shakes his head, positioning himself beside you again. "Tsk tsk, you're leaking, dear. Can't have any of my seed escape you, hm? Let me just-" You whimper as he slides his still-hard cock into you gently, feeling his cum pool in your deepest parts as he fucks his seed back into you. "Need to keep you filled up, mein schatz, yeah?" He breathes, kissing you on your cheek, flushed a deep shade of red. You nod your head at him lazily, your eyes fluttering closed once more, your body completely spent. He chuckles lowly as he kisses your face gently, covering you with the cool comforter as the smell of pure, raw sex permeates your senses.

"Sleep now, mein liebe. I can't promise I won't bother you this time." He whispers, his voice laced with a smile. "There is no rest for the wicked, dear."

[kleoneli]

Kinktober Day 24: Monster (The Asylum)

Day 24: Monster Title: The Asylum Pairing: Mothman Shigaraki x Reader Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Noncon, monster mind control stuff, oviposition, cumflation, belly bulges, breeding, forced orgasms, some slight descriptions of gore and blood, yandere Note: The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum is a real place, although parts of what I wrote is fake, mostly the part where they close down a second time in the fic. IRL, they’re still open and doing tours. Tagging @ichor-and-symbiosis​ and @kazooli​ as two of the OG Mothura writers 👀

Sequel: The Brood

Kinktober Masterlist

You’ve always loved urban exploring, going to old mental asylums and hospitals to look around and see the decay of places that used to be so bustling with people. You especially liked the places that had tragic pasts, the ones where horrific things occurred. It sounds morbid to anyone you talk to about your interests, but it was the truth. You’ve always believed in monsters and ghosts just out of sight of humanity, lurking in the dark corners of abandoned places.

That’s why you instantly planned a trip to the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum the second you heard about it. It had been abandoned years ago due to extreme abuse of patients. A historical society had moved in later, renovating the place and making a history tour of it that also did ghost tours at night.

But even they ended up abandoning the place due to the fake ghost tours apparently starting to become real ghost tours. People began to see creatures out of the corner of their eyes, something they said was much larger than a human, with wings on its back and piercing red eyes.

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[kleoneli]

In the Dark of the Night // Part One and Two.

Imagine…

There were monsters in Aranea Forest.

Stories told of the dark forest with winding paths, easy to get lost in. They were almost impossible to navigate and many a traveler had gotten lost, never to be seen again. That, they said, was what they wanted. That was how they had made it.

The spider folk. The Drider.

If you believed in the legends, it was them who made this forest. They had planted the tall trees, created the winding paths, and made it their home. They lived there in the darkness, in the tallest treetops and dark caves, in deep holes, waiting patiently for lost humans to stumble into their traps.

People in your village never went near the forest if they could avoid it. But there was only one path in and out of Bowen and it went through that forest. Someone had to make the deliveries. Pick up supplies for the village and farms and the like. Most people refused, making a million excuses if they could.

But you, you had never believed the stories. Driders and monsters were only silly monsters from sillier stories! So you volunteered for the job. You’d driven the cart for a few years now, never once running into any kind of trouble. No wild animals, no bandits, and certainly no Driders. They were only stories, you told yourself. Superstitious tales. And you had always seen them as silly.

That is, until, you found yourself falling down into a deep hole…and into a web. It was only a simple accident, something you hadn’t expected.

Walking along the path, something had caught your foot and sent you sailing off the path and into the darkness. As you fell, you braced yourself for the worst…broken legs, bruised ribs, maybe even something worse. You’d expected the fall to be painful but…it wasn’t. Rather then falling to the harsh ground, you fell into…a net?

No…a web. A giant spider’s web.

Your heart froze in your chest as you realized what was happening. Fighting against the thick, sticky web, you attempted desperately to escape from this dark, dank place. You were more worried then you were scared…until you saw it.

The Drider.

He was tall, huge compared to you. The hop half was that of a muscular, gray skinned man with long black hair cascading down his back and gleaming black eyes. The lower half looked similar to a wolf spider just…bigger. And darker, gray and black. Fear began to race through your veins as you remembered all of the old stories. Tales of people sucked dry, wrapped up in thick sticky web and kept as a treat…

Your mind told you to leave, to run far away and never come back…but you couldn’t.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t escape.

Despite the terror you felt, all you could do was stare in absolute horror, your frightened eyes locked onto the approaching creature.

“Well, well…what a pretty little thing…” He cooed.

The creature crawled forward, creeping onto the web quickly and nimbly. Soon he stood over you, smiling as he looked down upon you. You had too admit, it he wasn’t so terrifying…he would be handsome. Wait, why were thinking that?! Snapping back to your senses, you pulled at your sticky bonds, thrashing and trying desperately to get away.

“Now, just calm down.” he whispered. “I might not make you my dinner.”

The use of “dinner” made you shiver but…there was a might as well. A chance of escape, one you needed to take.

“If you’re nice to me and do what I want, I might let you go.” He continued in his silky voice.

“What…what do you want?” You whispered, you voice wavering.

“Hmm…I’ve seen you before. Along the trails in your little cart. You live in Bowen, don’t you? In the little cottage with the…heart window.”

You didn’t know how this creature new all of this…but he was right. You did live in that very cottage, right on the edge of Bowen, and you did have a heart shaped window too. You nodded in reply and he smiled.

“Such a pretty human…so soft.”

The drider reached out, stroking your face with his surprisingly soft hand. This touch was terribly delicate, almost as though he was worried about hurting you.

“So sweet.” He whispered, gazing at you with shining eye. “All I want, little human, is a kiss.”

A kiss…he wanted a kiss.

This creature wanted you to kiss him. The idea of getting that close to him frightened you deeply but…the idea of being his dinner was a much, much worse thought. So you nodded, hoping in your heart that the creature was being honest. He leaned close, his cold breathe on your skin and his lips brushing against your own.

You accepted the kiss shyly but soon found yourself kissing him back.

To be honest, you didn’t know why. There was something about his lips, his soft touch, that left you wanting more. You’d shared sweet little kisses before but…none like this. Your heart raced and then…then you suddenly felt so tired. You found yourself falling into a deep sleep, still in the Drider’s arms.

And then you woke up.

You were at home, to your surprise. The cart was outside and your horse was in the barn. Rubbing your tired eyes, you thought about it all. The drider, the kiss…you wondered if perhaps it had all been some strange dream. Perhaps you’d been so exhausted from your journey that you’d simply passed out, not even remembering coming home.

Perhaps…

But then you looked into your little mirror and you saw it. A mark on your lip, two actually. Bite marks. They were still red and a little swollen and you remembered the Drider. The kiss. Then you caught a glimpse of something in the corner and looked up, spying a rather large spider’s web…a web with something written in it.

See you soon, pretty girl.

In the dark of the night, you had kissed a drider…and you had almost liked it.

~

It wasn’t an honest message.

You didn’t see the Drider for a week or so but…you knew that he was there. You could feel his presence close by, his eyes upon you. You knew that he was there. You knew it. But it wasn’t until eight nights later that you saw him again.

It was late one night when you were walking home. The winter sky was already pitch black, the little lantern in your hand flickering in the darkness. Despite the warm glow, you didn’t feel safe at all. Every little noise made you jump and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder. When your little cottage finally came into view, you felt yourself relax a little bit. There it was, your garden, your porch, your little heart shaped window flickering with light.

You realized it then.

You didn’t leave the light on.

A shadow passed in front of the window and you gasped, nearly dropping your lantern. Breaking into a run, you entered your cottage and ran up the stairs and into your bedroom. Your boots pounded on the wooden floor, your bedroom door flinging open. There was no one there.

Had you imagined it?

Had it all been in your head?

“Hello, pretty girl.”

You screamed a little, looking up to see him. The Drider. He was in the corner of your room, perching casually.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised. Didn’t you get my message?” He said, grinning.

He crept down slowly, long hairy legs taking almost delicate steps as he approached the floor. Standing in front of you, he crouched down almost as though he was attempting to look a little bit smaller. Like he was trying not to frighten you too much.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Hmm…your name. A moment. A kiss.”

Another kiss. He was a greedy little spider wasn’t he? But as he leaned forward, you found yourself giving into his request. You didn’t know why. It wasn’t like you had the excuse of “he would have eaten me if I said no” this time. A part of you wondered if you wanted to kiss him but you quickly ignored that idea. Rather then think about it anymore, you quickly kissed the Drider, pressed your lips to his cold ones.

It was a small kiss and when you pulled away, he was smiling.

“What’s your name?” He said softly.

“Y/N.”

He repeated it quietly, as though he was trying it out on his tongue. Then he was moving quickly, towards the window until you stopped him.

“Wait! Can’t you…can’t you tell me your name?”

“Amaro.”

The candle went out.

You heard the skittering of long, furry legs, a window opening and closing. And you knew that he, Amaro, was gone. You wondered if he would come back.

A week later he did.

You found him waiting in your bedroom, looking at an old bear you had. He told you that his kind had similar toys, spun from their mother’s web. It went on like that forever, him randomly showing up and talking to you. Asking random questions. Answering your own. There were a million things you wanted to know about each other’s species but mostly…you talked about each other.

Amaro, as it turned out, had a habit of people watching. Your village had become his favorite and you were his favorite villager. He’d watched you the most.

“Why didn’t you ever talk to me?”

He only smiled at your question, shaking his head.

“Would you have talked back?”

No. You wouldn’t have. But you talked to him now, as much as you could. It seemed almost strange to think that you would have been scared of Amaro…he was so kind! So gentle and funny! The idea that you had once been frightened by him seemed ridiculous. Amaro was the greatest friend you’d ever had, loyal and smart and wonderful.

And you had to admit, the more you got to know him the more you liked him.

Was it that strange? Probably.

It was a well known fact that in these parts…mortal and magical didn’t mix. You told stories of one another, you acknowledged one another, but other then that you just ignored each other. Both you and Amaro knew that your friendship was a strange one, frowned upon by both of your kinds. But neither of you seemed to care…

Was it that strange? Yes.

But…love is strange in general. Did you love Amaro? No…but you could.

If the drider kept visiting you during these dark nights, stealing kisses (could it really be called stealing when you gave them so willingly?) and talking to you in that silky voice, you felt certain that you could fall deeply, madly in love with him.

And suddenly that didn’t seem like such a bad thing.

After all, he was rather charming…and handsome. There was no one who could make you laugh and think and blush like he did. Little visits became long visits. He came more often too, creeping in through your window and smiling at you as you greeted him. Every time, in that silky soft voice, he’d whisper,

“Pretty girl~”

And every time…he’d leave with a kiss.

You couldn’t stop yourself. As every visit past, your kisses became deeper and longer and more…exciting? Passionate? You weren’t sure there even was a word that described how incredible kissing Amaro made you feel. It was like your whole body burned with some brilliant, beautiful feeling…and you never wanted it to end.

It was another dark night. Another visit. And another goodbye.

Your arms were wrapped around Amaro’s thin shoulders, holding him tight as you pressed your lips to his. His cool hands were on your hips, keeping you close to him as the drider returned your kiss. One kiss had turned into another…then another…then another!

And now you were both lost in it, barely even pausing to breathe or think until Amaro finally pulled away.

“Pretty girl…oh, I have to go!” He said, pressing another kiss to your warm lips, “I have to leave before daylight comes, my darling~”

“Amaro,”

You could say nothing else, only stealing another kiss in a silent request: Don’t go. Stay with me.

“Oh!”

The drider pulled away, looking deep into your eyes with his dark, shining ones.

“Come to the woods at twilight. Wait for me by the big oak around the bend, I’ll come for you…I’ll take you to my home.”

A more suspicious person would have assumed they were to be eaten. But you knew that Amaro had different plans in mind…nodding quickly, you placed one last kiss on his lips before he crawled out the window.

You watched him until he vanished from sight, his long dark legs creeping over the roof.

You listened until you could hear no more, the sounds of scurrying steps and the snapping of twigs finally ending.

The night was quiet and dark and you were left leaning out the window, a cool hand pressed to your swollen lips. All you could think of was tomorrow night…you imagined yourself running into the forest, darkness all around you…Amaro swooping in from the darkness, stealing you away to his hidden home…

Oh! How you would dream of it tonight! It would be all you would think of until twilight came again, darkness taking over as light slipped away…it would be wonderful, you were sure of it…but you would have to wait.

In the dark of the night, you had kissed a drider…and you would kiss him many more times during many more nights.

(Decided to post them together! I wanna write a part three SO MUCH…a very “fun” part three…)

[kleoneli]

Courting a Drider by accident - I

This fic has mature content with non-con elements, predator x prey. Only read it if +18

If you don't like the theme, don't read

Drider x female human

I-

The drider slammed her back against the trunk of a tree.

"You naughty little human, you'll pay for what you did to me!" He hissed menacingly as he clutched his bleeding forearm. The human hunter would've sliced it off if the Drider didn't have such good reflexes. Well, even without an arm, he still had another three to compensate along with all his eight spider legs.

He also underestimated her, acting like a cat toying with a rat before killing it, so the cut was well deserved.

"I'm not scared of you, you ugly fiend!" The woman said defiantly, looking up to the monster who towered over her. She tried to move, but her back remained glued to the trunk behind her. She probably was trapped by one of the webs made by the drider that she didn’t notice. The female warrior shouldn't have fight with him so deep inside the forest, in the monster's territory, now she was trapped, her sword on the ground just under him and far away from her reach.

"O-ho! You should be," He lowered his torso to have a better look at the face of the human who dared to trespass his domains. He grabbed her by the chin with one of his hands and opened a devilish grin that exposed his bared fangs and his sharp teeth. "It's been a while since the last time I ate human flesh," Paralyzed by fear the woman didn't move a muscle as the drider approached his face just under her jaw, inhaling deeply. "And you smell so, so good," His voice was low and hoarse. "Must taste as good as well,"

Her brain suddenly woke up from the daze as if predicting her incoming death and she finally found strength to react. The drider quickly backed away as the woman tried to cut his throat with a pocket knife.

"G-get away from me!" She shrieked in a tremble voice, not sounding as courageous as she wanted to be, but she was a warrior and wouldn't give up without a fight.

The drider checked her over with more amusement than annoyance. Oh, she probably looked pathetic with her back glued to a tree and only a small knife to protect her life. He huffed out a snort. "You're a dangerous one, aren't you?" In a blink of an eye, her weapon was gone from her hand. "I must be careful with you, right?" His voice was filled with sarcasm as he played with the stolen knife between his long fingers, examining curiously the metal blade.

"You'd better be," She spat in anger, aware that she was far away from threatening, as she was clearly all barks and no bites but wanting to take off all frustration from inside her chest. "Come closer again, and I'll bite your face off!"

The drider retreated back a little, looking as astonished as if a horn just sprouted on her head. He leaned down his torso just enough to maintain their heads at the same level, his three pairs of eyes searching through her facial expressions. The woman did her best to conceal how awfully frightened she was trying to simulate a mask of anger as she kept her eyes locked with the monster's.

The seconds stretched and was odd the way how the whole body of the drider stayed still as a statue while he examined the woman. Her heart was beating at a maddening pace and her legs felt like jelly. The woman prayed inwardly that the creature ended everything quickly. As he opened a grin full of teeth, her only thoughts were how HE was the one who could actually bite her face off. "Human teeth aren't so sharp, you can't hurt me,"

"T-try me," She said defiantly.

He chuckled darkly. “A little man with a big mouth,”

“I’m not a man! I’m a woman!” She complained, always tired of people who didn’t acknowledge her skills due to her gender, always mistaking her for a boy. She was about to die, yes, but she would do so with her honor as a woman!

“I’ve heard female humans taste way better than men, I’ve always wanted to try it,” He said as he licked his chops.

“Well, I would try a drider too, but I bet you taste awful!” She said without thinking and blushed as soon as she noticed how twisted her words could ring on the wrong ears.

The drider was taken aback by her words. Then he grabbed her face in one hand and narrowed his eyes at the woman. “Careful with your tongue, human,” She struggled and used her own hands trying to release herself from his grip, but he had an extra pair of hands to grab them and hold her firmly in place. With only his thumb and middle finger, he pressed each one of her cheeks, forcing her jaw to open. He slid his index finger inside her mouth and she closed her eyes in anticipation, thinking he was about to rip the inside of her mouth using his nail but it was retracted, she could feel it as he caressed her tongue. The moment he let his guard down and relaxed his grip, she closed her jaw with all the strength she could muster to bite his finger off. He hissed but didn't pull it off even as she continued to chew it in attempt to hurt him as bad as possible. "See? You are weak, can't you try harder?" His skin was sturdy but she was determined and felt a small victory when the metallic taste of blood invaded her mouth. He hissed again and when she looked up, the drider was biting his own lower lip in an expression of pure delight.

The woman had an awkward feeling and tried to take his finger off her mouth, but he didn't allow her to budge.

"Are your intentions true?" He said in a hoarse voice. "Do you spit or swallow?"

She started to panic by the way he sounded. Of course she was only imagining the double meaning of his question. About what intentions was he speaking of? His blood tasted awful and way too strong. The only thing that crossed her mind and was plausible was the fact that perhaps drider's blood was toxic for humans. It seemed better for her to die quickly, so she sucked his finger and swallowed all the blood and saliva in a big gulp. He pulled his finger as if she just burned him and looked at her with a startled expression.

"Y-you sure of it?" He asked with such insecurity that the woman felt as if she was unexpectedly talking to a thirteen old boy. She didn't understand what the hell was happening, but if he somehow was feeling intimidated by her, it was best to stay in character.

"The only thing I'm sure of," She started, her voice now in a tone of renewed confidence. "Is that if I were a monster like you, I would pin you to the ground and rip each one of your limbs, very slowly and painfully,"

He drew on a breath. "Slowly?" His voice was shaken. Whatever the woman was doing, she was walking on the right path.

"Yes, very, very slowly. I would want to keep you alive as long as possible, make you suffer until I was done with you.” Again she blushed a little by the double implication of her words.

"Oh fuck," He breathed and made a painful expression as one of his hands felt downwards to touch his lower belly, exactly where a human crotch would be, though in his particular case it was at the junction where his humanoid part fused with the spider body. It was covered in thick dark hair, just like a tarantula, but she could see something poking out of it, shinning and dripping.

Oh no.

It couldn't be his... could it?

"And what would you do... after?" He asked giving a stroke on it. Oh yes, that was definitely a drider's cock.

"A-after what?" She asked stupidly, unable to take her eyes out of that.

"Would you let me live?" He asked in ragged breaths, still touching himself with a dazed expression on his face.

She had to give the worst answer imaginable that could act as an ice bucket of water on him. "Oh no, of course not," The tip of his cock twitched, as if it was a being with its own free will. "I would feast on your flesh until your last breath,"

He grunted and made a frustrated expression as his cock furiously expelled a long white stream, he wrapped his hand tightly on it in an attempt to prevent it from happening, but his cum kept coming out, a load so long and heavy it looked like he was peeing.

Oh no, what she just did?

“H-hey! What’s your problem you stupid monster??” She asked exasperated by the absurd of her situation. Of all the possible scenarios she imagined as she hunted down the drider, she never expected that it would end with him jerking off to her and climaxing as she said how she would torture him.

“What’s MY problem?” He laughed like a maniac, his lips stretched in a way that exposed too much of his teeth and fangs, a mouth that could easily take apart any limb from her body. “Oh, you are so cute, brave woman, coming from so far away just to make a courtship,”

She blinked stupidly at him and gasped. “I did not!”

He pulled her easily from the tree only to slam her against his body, one pair of hands holding her by the arms as another pair held her just under the knees, making her straddle him in the air as their faces were awfully close. “Don’t deny it, little human, not when you so boldly state that you also want to carry my offspring.”

Before she could state otherwise, she felt a sting on her neck and she cried on pain as the drider buried his fangs and teeth on her flesh.

“Stop, it hurts!” She complained in a crying voice, while she grabbed him by the hair, trying to pull him off.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” He said in a voice so sweet it almost dripped honey. Then he kissed where he bit her and slurped the area. That honey was probably her blood. “Don’t you want your belly stuffed with my eggs?”

‘No’, her rational mind thought. ‘Yes’, said the warmth that was spreading through her lower belly. Her mind was fuzzy.

She heard him breathing a laugh near her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you,” The drider said as he carried her more deep inside the forest and far away from human civilization. A primal instinct screamed that he was carrying her towards his lair, a place where he had absolute power and safe enough for them to mate without being disturbed or endangered by anything. If something bad happened to her, no one would ever find out.

The woman had no clue about drider’s reproductive habits, in particular the fact that female driders often kill the males after their coupling and they consider an honor to serve as the food that will nurture the future generations. It turned him on not just the things she said to him, but also the fact that she didn’t cower in fear or plead for her life even after being captured by him. Easy prey is too boring.

[kleoneli]

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