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mutt-monster · 1 month ago

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TLDR; When you impulsively call someone a “chaser” or a “fetishist” for being sexually attracted to uncommon physical traits, you are denying people of that category a positive experience related to their body. This increases stigma associated with such traits, and you are hurting that community. An ally of X community isn’t an ally if they immediately call people “fetishists” or “chasers” for being attracted to that community’s inherent physical traits.

This is not to deny the existence of harmful objectification. It is very real, but it is not restricted to any one community. Anyone can be objectified for *any* physical trait.

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I want to add that I think — because this occurs across communities — that this truly is a general issue stemming from the old “don’t judge a book by its cover” being taken to the extreme.

Books have covers for a reason.

You can read a book, but without the cover would you have ever noticed it in the first place? When you wander around a library or B&N, how do you find a book? How do you find something that calls to you. I bet you just said, “I saw the cover,” but I’ll take it one step further. I bet you also walked over to the shelf that had a specific type of book. Does that mean you like the book purely for it’s subject, or purely for its cover? No, read the book and you liked it. This may not be the case for all the books you like, I’m sure some of their covers might not be very interesting, but it was a good book nonetheless. People can be the same way. You can be drawn to a person for their visual qualities, and whether they might be a wonderful partner (or not) comes after you read them. This is my first argument. A “fetishist” and “chaser” is just a person who knows what covers draw them.

Now lets talk about people, because books don’t have emotions. People have bodies, and they want to feel sexy in their body.

When you call the beholder a “chaser” and a “fetishist” you are denying the the person beheld of a positive body-related experience. You twist these admissions of attraction and beauty into something demeaning and malicious. This is may simply due to the connotation of these words, but the impact of this negative association is profound. When you call someone who is sexually attracted to transgender people a “chaser” by default, you are sending a message that transgender people don’t deserve to be found sexually attractive. The same goes for automatically calling someone a “fetishist” in the case of disabled and fat people. This increases stigma around these physical traits, harming the communities they belong to. This is my second argument.

Let me be clear. Objectification of real people IS a problem, but it is not limited to any one community. When you negatively objectify a person (I say “negatively” because there can be positive objectification within circles like the kink community), you are buying a book with no intention of reading it. You are denying someone’s humanity, someone’s personality and and soul, simply because you want their body. Let me repeat this one more time, OBJECTIFICATION IS NOT LIMITED TO ONE COMMUNITY. This is my third argument.

Thank you for your time. I hope you have many people who think you are sexy and the bomb. Goodnight. *mic drop*

The weird intersection between fatphobia, sexual puritanism and fake progressiveness that breeds the idea that a skinny person attracted to fat people is a "chubby chaser" or a "fat fetishist" and not just like. Someone who has the hots for fat people. The idea that only another fat person could be attracted to fat people, otherwise it's sinister. Secretly you think any skinny person who'd want to fuck a fat person is debasing and devaluing ourselves, but you've pivoted into pretending you worry about a fat person's dignity.

#getting real #real talk #trans #trans chasers #transgender #fatphobia #harmful stereotypes #awareness post #disability awareness

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mutt-monster · 1 month ago

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I ABSOLUTELY agree with this. This is exactly how I feel about trans “chasers.” Like god forbid there is someone who actually thinks my being trans is HOT and not disgusting or something to work around. That its a positive and not a neutral or a negative. I get scared about dating strangers for fear that that, the moment they want to have sex, they leave because I don’t have a “real” penis. I welcome “chasers” to my blog and my dms. You wanna “fetishize” trans people? be my guest. It’s because y’all exist I can feel confident that there is someone out there who thinks I’m sexy.

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mutt-monster · 2 months ago

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Holy shit my partner just whined "cum in me daddy please cum in me" for the first time and i fully blacked out + saw god + lived a thousand lifetimes in a few seconds

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mutt-monster · 2 months ago

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The purple is giving god is a woman and I’m on me knees for her

red or purple? c:

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mutt-monster · 2 months ago

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starting a collection of whatever this is

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mutt-monster · 3 months ago

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Rockin' and Trollin' (Female Troll) [M/F] [T4T]

Featured Characters: Trans male human and a trans female cave troll. Both are adults.

Description: Gabe is enjoying a weekend alone at his aunt's cottage when he's visited by Vaux; the troll woman who lives in the area and frequents his bed when he's there. She wastes no time in starting the fun.

Contains: Oral Sex, Multiple Tongues, Grinding, Riding, Overstimulation, Mild Scent Kink, Mild Cardiophilia.

*Note For Trans Readers: Words for male genitalia are used for Gabe’s bottom growth, but the words “cunt” and “folds” are used for him a few times as well. Words like “shaft” and “length” are used for Vaux’s anatomy and she engages in penetrative sex with Gabe. This was done for trans readers who either prefer or don’t mind things being this way when they’re depicted in erotica. Please read at your own discretion.

Completion Date: October 31st, 2023

Word Count: 2518

There is no better remedy for the effects of day-to-day horseshit than some time on the lake. Gabe would always be grateful for his aunt who owned a small cottage and allowed him to stay there every once in a while. It provided a retreat to relax, work on his book, and just generally enjoy some peace and quiet to himself. For the most part.

While the cottage wasn’t high-end by any means, it did have running water. The luxury of a shower was particularly appreciated. Especially if one wasn’t fond of letting lake water dry on their hair and skin after a swim. Steam billowed out around Gabe’s ankles as he exited the shower. He dried off, quickly ran the towel over his hair, and wrapped it around his waist before leaving the bathroom.

The air felt comfortably cool and the hallway was dim with the fading day’s light as he made his way to the bedroom. He was startled by the sight of a figure sitting at the foot of the bed, sucking in a painful breath and letting out a choked sound of alarm. The person tittered, immediately cementing her identity and putting Gabe at ease.

He coughed. “Jesus, Vaux.”

The cave troll sat with one leg crossed over the other, a hand still lightly touching her mouth from laughing at Gabe’s expense. As usual, she was completely nude. ‘Cave-living and clothes don’t mix,’ she had once explained to him.

Gabe was used to this. It took some time before his face wasn’t constantly warm with her in sight, but he managed to establish a sense of normalcy about having a hot naked woman around the place. However, his attention was now caught by just how much she had changed in the short time since he had last seen her; all thanks to that magical troll brew of hers which he was jealously certain was far more faster-acting than his shots had been.

The most noticeable difference was that she definitely had tits now. They were small and cute; probably a perfect fit in Gabe’s hand. Or his mouth. He looked up to Vaux’s face, the smirk he met conveying that he had been caught staring. He cleared his throat.

“Nothing else going on in the woods on a Saturday night aside from scaring the shit out of me?” he asked.

Vaux’s fangs flashed as she smiled, her bat-like nose wrinkling slightly.

“Saw you swimming earlier. Thought I’d drop in,” she said. Her head tilted to the side. “Not a fan of swimsuits are we?”

Gabe’s brow furrowed. He sighed and ignored the question, starting to walk over to the bedside table where he had left his phone.

“Aw, don’t be grumpy,” Vaux teased. “I just had to come and see that cute little butt of yours up close.”

She reached out as he passed her, hooking her finger into the top edge of his towel and pulling it off in one swift motion. Gabe gasped at the sudden exposure, but the edges of his mouth quirked up. He could never stay irritated with her for long, especially in her adorable eagerness to strip him and start what she had really come for.

“Vaux,” he said, drawing out her name in a tone of feigned warning as he slowly turned towards her.

She was grinning, clutching her prize and waving it enticingly as her tufted tail swayed behind her. “Come and get it, then.”

Gabe obliged, heart rate increasing as he knew what he would be 'getting’ when he approached. But he kept outwardly calm. Even as Vaux dropped the towel on the floor and placed a clawed hand on his tattooed thigh. She littered his stomach with kisses, lingering on the large freckle by his navel.

He shook his head. “Whatever ever happened to 'hello’, dinner, and a nice talk?”

“Seems like I have a meal in front of me already,” Vaux said, one of her three yellow tongues darting out over her bottom lip. She was perfectly mouth-level with his dick, looking up at him with those big golden eyes. “So check that off”

“Fair point,” he said. He brought a hand to her face, fingers gingerly tracing her jawline to her chin. “And you look so good down there. I’m not about to argue.”

Vaux smiled and brought her first tongue to his cock, giving it a gentle lap. She paused to let out an almost disappointed-sounding hum and fix him with a theatrical pout.

“Too bad I caught you fresh out of the shower,” she said, the remainder of her complaint falling short, slurred, and trailing off as her mouth was drawn back to him. “I love how you—you usually smell…”

Her tongue laved over his dick; circling, teasing the tip and length. Gabe’s hand went to her thick, dark hair.

“Get here earlier next time,” he said, giving the strands under his fingers a light tug and causing Vaux to gasp against him. “More than happy to smother that pretty face in my musky cunt.”

He received no response. Vaux was far too engrossed in devouring him. His breathing turned heavy, interspersed with appreciative groans. She always made him so hard; he could feel himself twitching and throbbing. Sweat sprang up on his skin, effectively ruining the work of his shower.

Vaux’s tongue left Gabe’s cock. He felt it extend past what would be the normal length, gliding over his folds to find his hole. It teased his entrance, probing shallowly. His body trembled as her other two tongues joined in. They licked at whatever they could reach; twisting, pressing. Saliva coated him. Her nose kept nudging the head of his dick with her slightest of movements and it was a shock each time.

“Good girl,” Gabe praised. Vaux giggled and he sucked in a breath at the vibration. “Fuuuuck…”

He stood there and took the onslaught; chest heaving, head slightly dizzy. His hips would rut forward on their own, burying Vaux into coarse, damp hair. Groans and other strained, choked noises of pleasure tumbled from his lips, somewhat sore from his frequent biting. He could feel himself getting close; cock pulsing, hole twitching around the mild penetration.

The tongues retracted.

Gabe looked down at Vaux in time to see that mischievous grin find her again. She leaned back in, closing her lips on his dick. He jolted as all three tongues danced around him in the tight, warm space of her mouth.

“Vaux!” he cried, his knees nearly giving out. “Shit!”

His mouth stayed open, breath stuttering. He released Vaux’s hair only to tightly grip her horns seconds later. They were short but perfect for this. A primal instinct to thrust overtook him and he used them as leverage. Any coherent words were overtaken by loud, gravelly moans. He bent slightly over her, his pace frantic as she sucked. Her hands found his ass, claws digging in. The sting was delicious.

Gabe came like a shot; pulling Vaux tight to him, hips stilled and jutting out, head tossed back, crying out as his cock throbbed hard against relentlessly teasing tongues. They didn’t stop until his eyes were rolling back. It was equal parts relief and despair when Vaux released him.

She sat back, licking her lips and staring up at him.

“Always a pleasure, Gabe,” she said, her tail wagging audibly across the sheets.

Gabe met her eyes, then roamed her body; panting, heart hammering in his ribcage, still horny as fuck. His gaze fell between her legs where the proof of how excited she had gotten from just giving him head was. He grinned and pushed his sweat-slick hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet,” he said lowly.

Gabe moved towards Vaux and she got the message, scrambling further backwards onto the bed. He gave her a light, playful shove to make her lay completely down. She yelped theatrically, letting her arms fall raised above her head in mock surrender. Her voice was lost as he captured her lips with his.

“Need to taste yourself, don’t you, perv?” she teased as he pulled away.

“Not as much as I need to get my mouth on these tits,” Gabe said.

He turned his attention to them, dragging his tongue in the space between. The taste and smell of her skin almost made him drool. He followed the curvature of her breast to the nipple, licking and sucking at it. Vaux made small, quiet noises; whimpers staying trapped in her throat. It wouldn’t be that way for long.

Gabe fondled and made a mess of Vaux’s tits until he could feel her hips shifting. Working his way lower, he left kisses that made her quiver. He blew a long, slow breath over her flushed head, chuckling as the length twitched. Vaux suppressed a gasp as he licked a single stripe down her shaft and back up again. He teased at the leaking slit before taking her into his mouth.

His pace was slow; dipping, retracting, switching to lolling his tongue around the head before delving back down. He could take her so deeply, loving the feeling of her throbbing in his throat. Her body squirmed, jolting when he swallowed. As he upped his pace, her voice rose. Those sweet, desperate moans he had been craving to hear. They went straight to his cock and it wasn’t long until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Gabe pulled off of Vaux with a lewd, wet pop. He wiped at the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, moving to straddle Vaux’s hips. She lay beneath him, glistening with sweat and staring with a dazed expression through hooded eyes. Fucking gorgeous.

“Oh, god. Fuck me, Gabe,” she whined as he lowered himself, pressing his soaked cunt to her shaft. “Fuck me.”

Gabe began to move, rocking his hips and grinding onto her. The flesh pressed against him pulsed with every drag. He leaned in to muffle her sounds in a deep kiss. It was a hungry thing; many tongues tangled, breaths brief, hot and dizzying as they moaned into one another. Gabe broke it, bracing himself on the mattress. His hands dug into the sheets and he growled as he humped harder, his eyes fixating on Vaux’s bouncing tits.

“People—ahn—fuck…and people call me the wild animal,” she said, breathless. “Ahhh—shit, Gabe, you’re so good! It’s so good!”

Gabe moved faster, making her moan loudly and toss her head. Her mouth was open, each of his quick thrusts punching shorter, choked-off noises from her. He was as close as he could possibly be without letting her slip inside him. The sheer heat and wetness were intense. Skirting the edge, he groaned.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” he asked, unstable from his brutal pace. “Just from me grinding against you?”

A little drool escaped Vaux’s lips, her eyes rolling slightly. “Yeeeees!”

“Hah—let’s fucking see it then,” Gabe said, gaze locking on hers. “Cum for me, Vaux. Cum.”

“I'm—I’m cu—ahhh!”

Gabe paused, denying himself his own orgasm to experience hers. She throbbed hard under him, spending herself over her stomach. Aftershocks visibly raced through her, wracking her body with almost rhythmic twitching. She slumped, breathing hard and whimpering; such a pretty performance.

Gabe raised himself, taking Vaux’s still-hard shaft into his hand and teasing the head along his slit. She practically convulsed, wailing shakily.

“G-Gabe!”

He stopped, grinning slyly. “Is that a no?”

Vaux shook her head.

“N-no,” she said, her grey cheeks darkening. “I don’t think I can cum again…but I want to feel you. U-use me to cum. Please.”

Without another word, Gabe sunk down onto her. His appreciative sigh was drowned by her moans.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “I’m so sensitive.”

Gabe went easy on her, much to the chagrin of the part of him that screamed to ride her into oblivion. He moved in a languid, circular motion, leaving a majority of the work to his hand as he rubbed his cock. Vaux caressed up his thighs, fingers brushing his ribs and scars, a palm pausing over his heart. He took his free hand and held it there, pressing her against the hammering beat.

Her eyes widened, a hard throb finding her deeply nestled length. That was new, Gabe noted and stored away for a later time.

“Wow,” she said. “Don—ah—don’t pass out me.”

“Hah—you neither.”

Gabe’s dick raged under his own touch. With renewed energy he sped up his movements, bouncing minutely atop Vaux’s hips. Even that short of a thrust drove him wild. His bottom lip was captured by his teeth as he started to moan, his hole incessantly gripping the burning shaft.

Vaux’s head tipped back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Gabe!”

Her chest heaved, the whole of her body shaking.

“Little more…little more,” Gabe chanted. “Hold—ahh!”

“So hot…you keep—ahhhn squeezing me! Fuuuck!”

Gabe’s head swam, the scent they had stirred up intoxicating him. He mindlessly slammed down onto Vaux. Tears welled and streamed from her eyes. He would have to end this soon or he could break her. But his hole had to feel fantastic for her; he could feel it going wilder with every second he got closer to release.

A few more bounces was all it took. Shoving Vaux fully inside for the final time, Gabe stilled and came with a series of loud moans. He felt the intense pulse of his cock against his fingers, throb after throb in time with a radiating, full-body ecstasy that had his walls clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

“Oh, god!” he cried. “Ohhh, shit.”

Vaux’s frantic, breathless voice snapped him back.

“Get off—fuck…get off me. I’m gonna lose it.”

Gabe complied immediately, weakness sending him collapsing sideways beside her. Catching his breath, he reached out and tenderly smoothed back Vaux’s hair. He cupped her cheek and wiped at a remaining tear with his thumb.

“You okay?” he asked.

Vaux huffed, smiling crookedly. “Me? I’m cool. Are you sure you didn’t slip a disk or something?”

“Shut up. I’m serious.”

“I’m fine,” Vaux assured with a roll of her eyes. She shifted to lay on her side, facing Gabe and tracing circles on his bicep with the tip of her claw. “Actually, you’ve got to do that to me again sometime. It felt insane.”

“I don’t know,” Gabe drawled. “That looked like a lot. Got the spare brain cells to burn?”

“Like you wouldn’t love having me as your dumb little fucktoy.”

Something warm in Gabe’s chest stopped a retort.

"I like you for you, Vaux,“ he said. "Don’t ever change.”

“Pff, alright, Romeo,” Vaux said, though her smile was soft. She quirked an eyebrow. “What if my tits get bigger?”

Gabe hummed. “That I could be persuaded to accept.”

Vaux chuckled and laced her fingers with Gabe’s, snuggling into the mattress and closing her eyes. Gabe felt the post-pleasure bonelessness creeping into him. He leaned in to kiss Vaux’s knuckles before settling in himself.

He heaved a contented sigh. “You’re helping me wash the sheets tomorrow.”

“Whaaat?”

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mutt-monster · 3 months ago

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Commission for @lavender-constellation

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for commissioning, means a whole lot <3 This is a part 2 of this post, and we have this other post as a continuation. This piece is a longer version of the second one with two sex-scenes. Hope y’all like it!

Request: I’d love a part two to the monster kissing booth story, upgrading to a sex booth (but like not officially if that makes sense? Like it’s still a kissing booth but in the middle of the market, fem!reader just can’t take it anymore and it becomes a sex booth) with maybe a little bit of emphasis on a tentacle monster and orc coming to the booth 👀 Just no vampires pls!

Naughty booth

Orc x fem!reader + Tentacle monster x fem!reader || tentacle sex, size difference, oral sex, cum play (lowkey), free use, double penetration, squirting

You are coming down from an orgasm when someone screams: “Dude, come on! There’s more of us waiting!” You giggle, the werewolf (who woks two booths down, at the art booth) between your legs sighs as he grabs some tissues to help clean you the best he can so the next monster can have his turn with your soft human flesh.

“Don’t be impatient, you’ll want your sweet time when you get there,” someone else retorts. The line is so long you can’t really see how many monsters are still waiting.

You are way too fucked out already. Your pussy feels stretched even though there’s only been like three monsters so far. You are in heaven, everything feels great. A succubus gave you some of her special magic, and made sure you were extra sensitive and you could fit every size of monster. You will have to find her later and thank her. Maybe even ask her on a date… But that’s something for later.

“Leave it, come on! I don’t care about your jizz, I’ll use it as lube,” a rough voice says behind you.

The werewolf leans down and pecks your lips, promising to come later with some food. You smile softly at him, and see him go as you wait on the table he set you onto. He fucked you so good you still can’t feel your legs. But the next patron doesn’t care about it.

A big orc with a grumpy face appears over you, his erection already out and making your mouth water. “Can you take an orc, little human?” He’s so big… You pray to the goddess that he’d fit inside of you, but the succubus said every size of monster would fit, and you believe her. You really should thank her later.

“Ye- yes. I can,” you tell him. You can’t move much, too tired to participate much, but eager to get fucked all over again.

You can still feel some of the werewolf cum dripping out of your pussy, but when the orc’s fingers tease your entrance, you groan all over again. He pushes some of the cum back inside, scissoring his fingers to make sure you are prepped enough for him. He sits down on a chair and grabs your body, manhandling you until you are on his lap, your body little in comparison to his big physique.

“Prove it,” he tells you holding your body with one hand and his dick with the other. You try to fit him inside, but you can’t get the correct angle. “Come here,” he says. He moves you until your pussy is right over his dick, and you start to descend. He doesn’t wait, though. He puts his big hands against your hips and lowers you completely, making you arch your back and cry out as you hear cheering behind you.

The fact that everyone is looking and enjoying themselves with the spectacle only adds a new layer of heat to your growing arousal. You can’t believe you are still horny after all the orgasms you had, but the movement of the orc inside of you is driving you to the sky once again. He fucks you like a fleshlight, moving your body up and down like a toy and making you groan and moan in a symphony of depravity.

“Come on, little human, your pussy is perfection, let me feel you flutter around my big dick.” His words should be cringy, but at that moment, you can just groan as he keeps using your body and you get closer and closer to the edge. With precision that shouldn’t be legal, he moves your hips until his dick is rubbing against your perfect spot, making you come apart instantly. “That’s it, good goddess, I love your pussy.”

He keeps going, fucking you restlessly as your body gives up and your skin gets tingly. He pinches your nipple as he comes, the combination of the amount of cum he’s shooting inside of you and the pain-pleasure sending you into another orgasm that has your eyesight blacking out for a few seconds.

You come back to a tongue between your legs and your thighs pressing the sides of the orc’s head. He’s kneeling between your legs, at some point he manhandled you into a sitting position in the chair. He hums happily against your clit. You think you can’t take anymore, but the thing the succubus gave you is potent, so a new wave of heat fills your insides as you sigh happily as the orc cleans you out with his tongue. He makes you come around his fingers and tongue one more time before the next in line starts complaining.

“Dude you made her come three times already, let some other people enjoy!” You chuckle, but it’s lost in a loud groan as the orc sucks on your clit, his tusks framing your pussy in the most amazing way.

“They can’t stop complaining, little human, I guess is time for me to go. I hope this is not a one time thing… I had fun with your pretty pussy.” He kisses said pussy one more time before saluting you with his hand and walking away, fastening his pants as he goes.

Anticipation fills your insides when the next patron appears. You see his tentacles before you see him. Fuck, you never had tentacle sex.

“Look at that, the sex-princess is all fucked out…” The tentacles around him are moving like crazy and you have to hold your breath as one slowly approaches your body. The first contact is cold and a bit slimy, but in a good way. It feels like cooling-lube over your body, and it’s so good you groan. “Yes, like that… You love a good tentacle, don’t you, sex-princess?” You want to answer him, but he waits no longer to latch two suckers to your nipples, making you scream as the next in line laughs.

“Don’t tease her too much, I want her to still be there when my turn comes around,” she says. You can’t see which kind of monster she is, but you silently agree with her. There’s still a lot of monsters that want to try your soft human flesh.

“Okay… Okay.” The tentacle monster’s voice is reluctant, but he moves his tentacles around your body, positioning you spread over the table again.

You lay there, looking at the ceiling as you feel more tentacles join the fun. The two on your nipples start sucking harder, enticing more groans out of your mouth. Another tentacle finds your pussy and goes in without preamble. You cry out again and the crowd cheers. You think he’s going to fuck you like everyone else did, but instead, he latches another sucker inside of you, right over your G-spot. You scream at the feeling. Too good, too much.

You feel tears rolling down your cheeks as he adds another sucker to your clit, making you see stars. The combination of sensations is so good you feel something inside of you building. Something unknown, like you are going to break if he keeps going like that. When you think you can’t take anymore, he adds another tentacle to your pussy, stretching you impossibly wide as he starts fucking you with the second one.

The combination of suckers and fucking is too much and you feel something explode inside of you, a gush of liquid leaving your body and making him gasp in surprise.

“Did she just squirt?” Some monster asks, amazement filling their voice.

“Yes, she did.” The tentacle monster looks so smug you feel a bit embarrassed, but too fucked to complain. He keeps going, making you come two more times around his tentacles. “Good job, sex-princess, you did great.” He tells you before disappearing.

The next monster is already waiting, strap on and a big smile on her face.

It’s going to be a long day… and you are going to enjoy every single second of it.

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