Tentacles, tentacles, tentacles.
Invading your space, desperate in a wordless way, taking your body for its own needs. Aphrodisiacs causing your panic to turn into pleasure, clothes getting torn off or tentacles wriggling under your clothes. Your legs collapse but they don't need you standing, just with your mouth and legs open.
Your skin burns with overwhelming exhilaration as the wet tentacles trail along your skin. The one in your mouth pumps in and out, fucking your throat. They piston in and out of your holes, rendering you into nothing more than a cock(?) sleeve. Your mind is empty, even if your body is not.
If anyone else came in, they'd either be forced to share your pleasure or the tentacles would just pull you out of sight, halting their assault to hide better. Maybe even grab them too.
Torture, either way.
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Just imagine having an alien girlfriend in rut.
You can see her flushed, needy expression and her large ovipositor throbbing and dripping. Her instincts are begging her to find a warm, soft place to lay her eggs and you're more than happy to oblige.
She'd press your face into her mattress, shoving her thick cock into your needy, dripping pussy as the need to breed overcomes her. She fills you up so well as she pounds into you. It's not long before she shoves into you as far as she can, her ovipositor pulsing inside of you.
You can feel yourself stretch even more as she begins to lay her eggs in you. You can feel her eggs press against the deepest parts of you as they pop into your womb, your belly growing larger with each one that she fucks into you.
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Corruption (2000 follower special)
You are an Angel, pure, light, and always bright. It's hard for anything to take you by surprise, for you know All that is The Will of your God.
Which was why the Demon sat across from you at the coffee shop was so... Unusual.
"Um, it is a special pleasure to make your acquantaince, Mr Demonos sir, but why have you decided to sit with me today? Do you perhaps wish for me to Save you?" You asked with a bright, if uncertain smile.
The demon smiled back at you with an inhumanly toothy smile, sharp teeth glinting in the light for a moment before seemingly becoming more human again for a moment.
"Well, angel, I've been watching you for a little while now and I wanted to finally talk to you." He explained.
You blinked, confused now.
"Watching me? Why? I shan't be corrupted by you! You won't make me Fall or tempt me to the path of dismay!" You insisted, brows furrowing.
He seemed to roll his eyes for a long moment, sclera flashing black for a brief moment as the rain rolled against the window with an especially strong gust of wind.
"I have been possessed by you, from the moment I first saw you. I can See your Halo, your wings, your very Aura, and you have transfixed me!" He hissed, almost accusatory if not for the adoring undertone.
You didn't really know what to make of that, but it stirred something deep inside of you. You hadn't come across a Demon that could See your Holy aura, he was unusual in that sense.
You could See his Unholy aura too, the long, black, curved horns that ran along his head, stopping in points just below his ears. His long, pointed ears, and the long whiplike tail that swished to and fro on the floor. To the humans around you, they just saw two men, one blond, the other dark haired, one clean shaven and pretty, the other with a beard and a little scrappy looking.
"I... Am not sure what to make of that, sir. I certainly did not mean to have some affect to you." You apologised, heat rising to your cheeks.
"Come with me to my home so I may See you in your raw glory." He asked, averting his eyes, a similar heat rising in his own cheeks, bashful about your Might. You smiled, and nodded, offering him your hand, which he took in his own warm one.
It was a quick enough journey to his home, which was opulent to almost the point of gaudiness, evidence of his avarice and pride - sins you hoped to teach him to repent of once he saw your Holiness.
You stood in the centre of his living room, and he sat on the chesterfield couch, dark oxblood red leather as he sprawled and looked up at you. You allowed your eyes to close, and your mortal shell dropped, your Holy aura shining through, modern clothing dropping to the angelic robes you were comfortable with, your dappled white and silver wings catching on the light that emanated from your creamy halo.
He fell to his knees before you, staring up adoringly. You smiled at him, and held a hand out to him.
He took it, and then pulled you forward, causing you to stumble closer to him.
And then his head was under your robes, his hands gripping your thighs as he licked over your cunt.
You gasped, the heat of a tongue over your previously untouched genitalia was searing itself to your very core.
He growled quietly, and threw you down onto his couch, his own mortal shell dropping away as his leathery batlike wings spread above you, his long tail coiling around your thigh, the tip rubbing at your clit, causing you to cry out before his lips fell onto yours, his Unholy hands defiling your virginal body.
You couldn't bring yourself to dislike it.
He was everywhere, kissing and biting at your skin, shredding your robes with his clawed hands, and then smoothed his hands over your chest, admiring the smooth skin he found, before he took hold of your thighs, dragging your hips up to his face as he began to feast on your sweet cunt, long tongue pressing deep into you, touching at something that made your toes curl and your hips rocking into his face as he greedily ate you out, his tail dipping down and pressing into your ass, toying with you. You cried out, experiencing your first ever orgasm, light filling the room as you came. He moaned for a long moment, and the horns on his head seemed to become less blackened.
He then pushed your legs up to your chest and his long, inhuman cock pulsed against your cunt and up to your abdomen, promising to fill you so deeply that you didn't know what would happen.
He pressed into you, the feeling so strange, so new, so holy that you couldn't help but moan out as inch after long, agonising inch filled you, heat in your core that you'd never felt before seemed to drag out forever - until he was so deep inside of you that your stomach bulged somewhat.
And then he was moving, one fistful of feathers holding you and your wings in place, the other holding your legs against your chest, his tail toying with your clit, his demonic cock defiling your most sacred cunt.
And it felt so good, each thrust grinding up against everything you never knew you wanted grinding on. You came and came, and he kept fucking you, the pulse of his cock making you go wild - and then his cock changed shape between strokes. Where it had been mostly human shaped, it turned into a ridged tentacle, and each thrust had it pulsing and changing thickness, dragging against your hole and then seemingly giving you reprieve before changing again into being insanely thick, stretching you out.
You screamed as you came, and his batlike wings stopped being so dark and horned, becoming smoother and more supple.
Finally, his cock settled on another shape, with a bulb at the bottom that seemed to inflate and grow as he got closer to his own orgasm - his knot.
And when he knotted you, you could feel his hot demonic cum pour into your sacred, holy womb. He was defiling the most special place with his unworthy cum, but all you could think of was how good he looked being cleansed by your holy aura - and how his defilement of you had brought you from being the holiest of the angels to being more. His cum seemed to pump for minutes into you, distending your womb a little so you already looked pregnant - pregnancy wasn't something you were certain angels could experience, but if you could, he would ensure you did.
And that had you cumming again, around his enormous cock.
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*taps mic* hey uh is this thing on? You guys ever think about how good it would feel to fuck someone raw in a mating press, your cock pumping in and out of them, feeling every inch of their tight little hole rub up against you, trying desperately to keep you inside, gripping at you as you keep sliding in and out, in and out, rutting as deep as it can go, your cock and their hole getting messier, creamier, beating up their cum and mixing it with your precum. Moaning into their open mouth as they try to catch their breath, telling them that fuck, fuck, you're so tight, I'm gonna cum, I can't pull out and they get that wide-eyed panicked stare but they still wrap their legs around your waist and you can basically see the little hearts forming in their pupils as you get faster, your hips rolling, then jackhammering away, your balls slapping against them, getting just as messy as your thick, veiny shaft, slamming into them with all you've got, now incapable of pulling out, you can't, they're holding you in with their legs, they have a vice grip around you and all you can do is cum, cum deep inside them, fill them up like they were meant to be, like you have to, they're so tight, so wet, so warm and they need this, you need this, you need to cum inside
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