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*putting the Mind Control fic into the queue*

I would absolutely love to hear more about your insect fae people <3

Hi! Sorry it took so long for me to answer this! Life and all~

The following talks about their mating/reproductive/romantic culture, as well as a little societal culture, but there's a lot of talk about the mating culture. I also go into what happens to the main characters after the fic ends.

Anyway! It was my friend's idea to make them insects:

So, credit to her! And then as I wrote, I jotted down ideas about their culture that I have now expanded on, as well as what happens to the main characters:

They mate like bugs in the sense of there's no marriage or attachment, just fuck and lay eggs and be done. It's rare for more than five out of a clutch to survive to birth. Related fae recognize each other throughout their lives, but it's common to just ignore them or nod in acknowledgement. Connecting with them is just as common.

So, if fae want long term partners, they find it in other races, which are considered exotic. The most exotic and covetted are the ones who give their whole names and lives to the fae completely since letting the fae control them and read their mind is extremely rare.

Any of them can create a cloaca or bug womby thingy so they can get pregnant if they want from their male long-term partners. The non-fae female partners tend to have eggs planted in their wombs and grow them until it's time to hatch, then they break free in their mother's wombs and are birthed like humans. The shells are soft and get dissolved into the mother to give back nutrients she desperately needs. Because the eggs are growing inside, a lot of them dissolve as others grow. Again, the most birthed this way is five at a time. In either case, impregnated fae or non-fae, there have been instances where a sixth egg has hatched, but months later. This is because it can get stuck or pressed against the side and only be able to properly grow when it's by itself. These are considered lucky.

These fae made from these bonds are considered fae and not half-breeds or whatever fucking prejudice. This creates a huge variety in what fae look like and the fae are proud of it, hating anything that is too similar to each other because then it's not unique~. This can create an issue if there are identical twins, but only until they are a few years old and cannot have anything unique to define them. It is common for twin fae to end up getting their physicality changed to look more different.

Taking care of their non-fae partner is a societal rule, but the basis of what care is varies a lot. If the non-fae is abused beyond care, then the fae loses their non-fae partner and is effectively cancelled and considered scum. They tend to lose any status they had, losing their homes and financial stability. That is the least of the consequences. In very rare cases, some fae have been executed for extreme abuse, especially the ones ending in the non-fae's death or mind break.

Royals/ nobility tend not to have a lot of children since it can become competitive and there have been too many coops and murders for right to rule. It was decreed royals are only allowed up to two children. This is controlled by only allowing a total of five eggs to form and be fertalized. More often, one is hatched out of such a small clutch, so another clutch of five will be fertilized right after the hatching of the first clutch.

Being in the fae realm and eating and drinking their food/liquids slows down aging, making the human life expectancy several hundred years, still small compared to fae.

The future of these two:

Aile relinquishes their right to the title of royalty/ nobility to have the large family they want with Jesse. They were able to do it in such a way that they kept their job, home and finances. This only happened because they had planned and manipulated things so only Aile was the one that could do the work they did.

Aile will control almost everything Jesse does in the first couple of years, slowly training him into being more present and more active. They figure it will take several years, but it's okay, fae live almost forever.

Jesse's depression will never go away completely, however, it will lessen and he will be able to go years at a time before it comes back and when it does, Aile is always there to help him through it. It's safe to say Jesse does better not being in the human realm and not being forced to be in survival mode.

There is a point in the first year where Jesse thinks how nice it would be to just let Aile disconnect his brain. This pisses Aile off and it's the first time Jesse sees the true wrath Aile is capable of. Aile does not hurt Jesse, of course, but Jesse can feel the power and heaviness of their anger. Aile probably fucked Jesse senseless and then made them take a trip to a small house Aile's family owns and made Jesse go and lay in grass and hike to see the stars untouched by city lights. They had picnics and swam naked in rivers and cooked meals together. Slowly, over the days, Jesse's mind began to unfog and for the first time, Aile and Jesse had meaningful conversations and were even able to laugh together. This trip is where Jesse began to realize he might enjoy Aile's company… Maybe even have romantic feelings towards the fae.

Jesse never thinks about disconnecting his brain again after this trip. He even starts to become more invested in what Aile does and Aile openly shares it, listening to Jesse's perspective on everything, even if they don't use it all the time.

Jesse gets to discover what he really likes to do at the insistance of Aile.

During one of their bi-annual trips to the cabin, Jesse gets hit with the realization that he loves Aile. Aile, not suspecting the thought, gets shocked and drops whatever they were holding. They clean the mess up together while Jesse flirts with Aile about how he should think more things like that more often if it'll get that reaction from the fae. Aile fully blushes, which is another first.

Twelve years pass before Aile gets pregnant from Jesse. Jesse is unsure how he feels about it until the baby is born. He cries as he holds their child. Aile and Jesse are good parents, traveling a lot to show their child the world. It only takes Aile five more years before they want another child from Jesse and finally confess to wanting ten children at a time. How they want all the noise and chaos that so many children will cause. Jesse is very overwhelmed at the idea, but at this point, he'll do anything to make Aile happy.

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hey could y'all do me a favour?

Reblog if you're okay with "weird" compliments on your stuff!

things like "biting this" and such

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Thinking of doing a post of blurbs from my most active wips. They'd be small blurbs, but I'm feeling meh about which ones to work on.

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Last Line Tag

Tagged by @moonshine-nightlight ! Thanks for the tag! Tumblr didn't notify me, but I saw it and her we go!

This is from a snippet of a novel length "Short fic" I'm working on. Working title is just Monster High. Main character is getting help pulling out a car engine and please be nice, I do know a fair bit about cars, but not enough off the top of my head and I'm not researching the terminology.

Rules: Post the last line(s) you wrote/edited.

“Would you like help taking it out?”

“Sure.” She smirked at him. “It’ll let me see your muscles.”

He laughed. “I’ll make sure to flex, then.” It was hard and laborious, but they finally got it out with some rigging. True to his word, she saw Jacob flexing, she flashed him a wide grin. When they got it out of the car, Jacob held it.

She eyed him. “You gonna carry that thing all the way to the car?”

“That’s the plan.”

Her brows rose and her eyes appraised him appreciatively. He flexed again and she squeezed it. “Damn, that’s nice.”

He smirked and it lit up his normally stoic features. “You’re pretty damn nice yourself.”

His words washed over her like a fire on a cold night. She grinned in approval and led the way. He set it down gently in the trailer. “Thanks.”

He nodded. “Not a problem. I’m here every weekend if you need any help.”

She nodded. “Oh, I’ll definitely need it.” She eyed his body. He laughed.

As they reached the others, Alice came running over. “I almost forgot!”

Adelaide smirked and whispered. “Here it comes.”

“The day before the party, we’re having a dry run, to make sure there’s no mishaps and so everyone can meet each other. We’ll see you there!”

Frederick put a hand on her shoulder. “Can you try asking him if he’d like to come?”

She frowned at Frederick and then stared at Jacob. “You’re welcome to come!”

Frederick smiled. “Thank you, Alice.”

Jacob laughed. “I’d love to come. It’ll be my first tea party.”

Alice grinned wide. “Perfect! It’ll start at noon!”

They went to the front desk where Jacob’s uncle, Henrik, asked for a large sum. Adelaide produced it in cash. 

His uncle scrutinized it. “That ain’t stolen money, is it?”

She smirked. “Nope.”

“Uh huh.” Henrik took out a pen to check each bill.

She grunted and waited, brushing off some debris off Jacob.

When his uncle had marked every bill and they came away clean, he eyed her. “This better not come back on me.”

“It won’t. ‘S not illegal money.”

He looked her over. “But you did do illegal things to earn it.”

“Uncle,” Jacob sighed.

Adelaide shrugged. “Take it or don’t. I don’t care. I’ll just return everything.”

Henrik clicked his tongue. “I’ll take it, I just don’t wanna see any cops in here about it.”

She grunted.

Receipt in her hand, Jacob walked her out. “Sorry about that, he can be paranoid.”

She smirked. “Nah, he’s got good reason. It did come from some shady ass people.”

That made him laugh. “Well, see ya around.”

“See ya.”

She climbed into the car and they drove off.

“I like him!” Alice said.

“He’s always been a polite kid and returns books a day early,” Frederick mused.

“Ada liked him, too,” Auri cooed loudly.

She ignored him to text Fride and Simon in the group chat the two had made, warning them about the dry run Alice wanted.

   Chapter Nine

The day before the party came. Everyone was up at six whether they wanted it or not. They needed a couple last minute ingredients, so the three siblings walked to the convenient store.

On their way back, Alice stopped. “Whoa, what are those?”

They looked to see three figures, all of whom had teeth for a face. “Fuck, hide.” Adelaide led them down an alley to the backyard of a house. “Don’t let them see you. They can smell Monster Hunters and they’ll go after you.”

Ambros looked at her. “They know you, then?”

She nodded. “Go home and I’ll lead them away.”

“Addie!” Alice whined. “You can’t!”

She kissed Alice on the forehead. “Stay safe and stay with Ambros. I don’t need both of you on their radar.”

After a moment, Alice nodded and she and Ambros went the opposite way.

I don't know who's been tagged and who hasn't been tagged and it's midnight and tomorrow is my (3) kids' birthday party, so I'm just gonna say, if you see this, you're tagged. <3

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Random poll but I’m curious

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Kinktober Day 31: Alpha/Beta/Omega

Scylla is having her long heat that her omega-blockers require her to have and now, she has an alpha to help her through it.

Rated Mature. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Mating Cycles/In Heat, First Heat With Partner.

You can read this on my AO3.

When it came time for Scylla’s heat, her nest was filled with Harlow’s scents and things. The blankets he used, his clothes, his books. Scylla had found her alpha boyfriend wearing and using items that fit in her nest that he didn't mind losing.

She'd given him a key just in case she started before he got there. She’d been on omega-blockers for most of her life and she wasn’t sure what her first time with an alpha would be like. She was glad for that foresight, the day before her heat, she was hit hard. Her body was on fire and she itched for him. She groaned and almost texted him, but the thought of bothering him before she’d asked filled her with anxiety.

She found her way to her nest, tucked in her walk-in closet with fairy lights and artwork of space. She'd made it bigger to accommodate Harlow's tall frame and while it felt too open for her, she knew it'd be perfect for the two of them. His scent was there and she felt it course through her body like a tidal wave. 

She didn't remember stripping out of her clothes, but she remembered laying in her nest and smelling him and sighing happily. She'd barely started touching herself when she heard Harlow closing the front door and calling for her. She frowned and crawled out to meet him with a blanket wrapped around herself. 

He was setting some bags down on the kitchen counter when he saw her. It was obvious to see why he was a coveted theater actor. His chestnut, medium length hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving his softly sculpted face open to show how worried he was. “You did start early. Why didn’t you tell me? How long ago did you start?”

Her voice was always soft and quiet, but it sounded thick with drowsiness. “I didn’t want to bother you… It wasn’t that long ago… Maybe an hour or two?”

He sighed. “Scylla…”

She looked to the ground. “I know, it was silly.” 

He beckoned her over and she went to him immediately, walking face first into him and taking long, comforting sniffs. He hugged her. Her soft voice was muffled against his chest. “How did you know?”

The back of his hand rested on her forehead and she turned into it, loving how good it made her feel. “I was doing some research so I’d know how to care for you properly and it cautioned that omegas who are using scent-blockers can start a day or more early when they find an alpha to join them. So, I thought I’d stay the night tonight just to be safe and it looks like I was right.”

She nuzzled against his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Just promise me that you’ll let me know when things like this happen. If I can help, I want to, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay… Promise.”

“When was the last time you ate or drank anything?”

She groaned.

"I got your favorite snacks and some actual meals." He reached into a bag and handed her a strawberry. She took it with a finger and a thumb so as not to drop the blanket he used exclusively.

He kissed her head and then her neck and took a long breath in. "Mmm, I could kinda smell you when I got in, but this close… I can smell it so clearly and you smell amazing."

She ate the strawberry slowly, opening her neck to him. Her body tingled for his touch. 

He gave her another strawberry. "I could barely smell this when we had sex, but I knew you'd be the best."

His words washed over her like wine and she leaned into him fully, her blanket slipping some. He dragged another strawberry slowly between her large breasts, up her chest and to her mouth. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel the slick between her thighs.

He handed her a cube of cheese. She ate it without thought, her attention so focused on him and his next move. "We should move to the couch."

He brought the bag with him. She climbed into his lap, sitting sideways, so she could cuddle him as well. He kissed her neck, handing her another cube of cheese. He kissed her shoulder. She could feel him taking in her scent fully now and it did something for her. She'd never been allowed to have a scent and having him unabashedly sniff her made her lips part and a small moan come from her.

Harlow's grip tightened for a moment before she was given a strawberry. She didn't remember eating it. He was kissing and scenting her down her chest. She pulled the blanket open for him.

He hissed. "Shit, Scylla," he breathed.

She could feel him hard against her and it took all her willpower not to grind against it. Her pussy was throbbing and it was almost painful.

When he bit her breast lightly, she did grind against him, gasping quietly, eyes closed. They were both breathing heavily. Harlow was getting handsier and Scylla had forgotten herself almost completely. She was kissing him furiously and grinding, trying to alleviate that deep need to release.

She straddled him.

He held her to him and picked up the bag. He tried to stand, but it took a moment to get them both off the couch and steady himself. Scylla wrapped her arms and legs around him, face buried in his neck. The movement felt so good, she kept grinding on him. It made him walk slower, needing to concentrate on not stumbling. They almost fell into the nest, Scylla under him and pulling at his shirt, kissing him desperately. A whimper left her when she could not get his clothes off fast enough.

Harlow took over, removing everything. He put a condom on and pressed close to her. She sighed happily, touching as much of him as she could. He smelled so wonderful and his skin was soft and warm. She reached for him, stroking his cock and making him shudder. He smoothed his hand over her pussy, the lightest touch making her react. He rubbed broad circles on her clit while sucking her breasts. She held onto him tightly, both hands clutching his back and grinding against his hand, coming hard and fast. He did not stop until she quivered violently, almost coming from just the pressure of his hand.

Then, he finally lowered onto her, sinking easily inside. It was the best feeling she’d ever had. She mewled louder than she ever thought she could. She kissed him, needing all of him. She’d wanted this for so long, she couldn’t believe she had it now. He kissed her between his own noises and it was music to her ears. She came on his cock, almost screaming.

Harlow shuddered as she clenched around him and went faster and harder. She was lost, clutching onto him and moaning loud with each hard thrust. The moment he came and his knot swelled inside her, stretching her and rubbing against her walls, she came again. She felt so full and safe surrounded by his scent.

“Shit,” he whispered. “I have never cum that hard.”

“Same…” She giggled.

He kissed her hard and it made her moan and shiver. They spent the time waiting for his knot to empty kissing. They were hard, needy kisses that turned lazy.

Scylla pressed her nose into his neck, loving how he was all around her. As things returned to normal, Harlow produced a chocolate covered strawberry and fed it to her. She bit into it, humming happily.

He lightly touched her forehead. "Do you want to watch a movie? I'll make us some food."

Scylla whined. "But then you won't be on the couch with me."

He laughed and then nodded. He pulled out, a sensation she hated, but managed not to whine about. Harlow grabbed his shirt and handed it to her. "How about this?"

"It's not the same, but it'll do." She slipped it on. It was twice her size, but it smelled like him enough.

They cleaned themselves and she brought another blanket out while Harlow grabbed some pillows. They made a temporary nest on her couch.

"I'll be right in the kitchen. Everything I brought should be quick." He kissed her and she was already trying to make it longer.

"I love you," she whispered.

He kissed her. "I love you, too." He left. She hated how empty she felt with him gone. She felt it mildly under normal circumstances, but now it was like half of her had been ripped away.

She tucked her legs close to her under the shirt and smelled it as she thought about what movie she wanted. "Did you want anything specific?"

"Nah," he called back. "Pick whatever you want."

She had a folder of favorites she liked while in heat. She connected her laptop to her tv. It got her moving around and less anxious that she didn't have Harlow with her. She tried to be good and stay on the couch, but it had already been twenty minutes. She couldn't resist the compulsion. She moved to the kitchen, hugging him from behind.

"I'm sorry, I’m taking longer than I'd anticipated. I thought a fruit salad would be nice with grilled sandwiches."

"Mmm. It does smell good." He was bare except for his underwear. She felt over his torso, loving the slight muscle definition. She kissed his back, feeling his body move to prepare their food.

When he was ready, they went back to the couch. Scylla ate and drank whatever he gave her as they watched the movie in a comfortable silence. When their food was gone, she settled into him, resting her head on his chest. She wasn't sure when, but she felt his hand begin to wander.

He cupped her breasts, massaging them through the shirt. She sighed happily. He used this time to explore Scylla’s body, finding things she didn't care for and the ways that had her practically orgasming. They were new to each other and new to sex and she liked how he idly played with her.

She huffed, squeezing his thighs as hers opened.

He lazily reached for her, rubbing over it, seeing what was a tease and what wasn't. She liked a fair amount of pressure, moaning loudly and rocking against his touch when he did.

He kissed her neck, whispering. "Do you like this?"

She huffed and nodded.

"Hmm?" His tone was playful, but insistent. 

"Yes," she breathed. She arched to get more friction. He cupped her breast and she shivered, gasping and moaning, gripping his legs tightly as she reared back into him and came. She breathed heavily, calming, but Harlow didn't remove his hand. Instead, he slowly started again.

She turned and nuzzled into him, panting heavily. It was wonderful. She reached for a kiss and he gave it freely. To her delight, he slipped a couple fingers into her, fucking her slowly, thumb pressing against her clit.

He milked her orgasms until she was tired and her eyes were drooping. He wrapped the blankets back around them and cuddled her until the movie was over. It was late, but as he moved, she felt her body reacting. They went back to her nest and she straddled him. 

His hands rubbed her thighs. "Just let me get a condom on…"

He had to reach around her as she kissed whatever she could. When he was done, she was fully focused, fucking his cock hard. His hand had felt amazing, but she loved the fullness of his cock inside her.

Harlow hissed and felt over her sides and ass, praising her body. She'd always been too fat for her Mother's standards, so it was strange that he'd love all her soft curves. She rolled her hips, kissing him, hands wandering. She felt greedy, acting out what she'd fantasized, but Harlow did not seem to mind.

When his knot swelled in her this time, her eyes were heavy and her body tired. She laid on his chest, drifting before his knot deflated completely.

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Harlow held Scylla, completely in awe that she was cuddling him in her heat. That she'd picked him. She was sleeping on him, his cock still in her and any time he tried to pull it out, she whined at him. He'd read about this and knew it was always better to keep the routines going no matter what. 

They'd all learned about endotypes, but he'd had an inkling what they'd learned wasn't good enough and he'd been right. There were so many tips and tricks that he was glad to know. He slowly pulled her off and into her nest. She whined loudly, so he kissed her body until she calmed. He got up and cleaned and prepared some food. He'd memorized a schedule for them and it required meal prep. With meals that would keep their energy up. He organized the snacks she loved to placate her while he got their meals ready. He was almost finished when she was looking for him and rubbing against him. He felt her forehead and found it burning. She was finally into her heat. He hadn't needed to feel her to be sure, her arousal and that sweet, jasmine, Omega scent were filling the room.

"I'm almost done, Scylla." He knew she wasn't going to listen. She was reaching under his waistband and taking his dick in her hand. He'd read to let her do this, but it was really hard to concentrate when she was stroking him and sucking hickies into his side.

He was hard too quickly and wanted to stop what he was doing to give her whatever she wanted. He kept steady, though, wanting to complete the meal prep. Her kisses were getting lower and lower. He went as fast as he could, but she'd pulled his underwear down and was now kneeling to suck the tip into her mouth. She moaned and gripped his ass, taking more of him.

He hissed, pausing for a moment to lean on the counter and watch her. She was flushed and eagerly sucking him off. It looked incredible. He really needed to wrap up what he was doing. He sectioned the rest of it up as quickly as possible. It was a little sloppy, but it was all prepped. He gently moved away from her, making sure to kiss those swollen lips hard before moving away completely. She moaned and tried to keep him there.

"I will be back in seconds." He shoved everything in the fridge and returned to her. He met her on his hands and knees on the kitchen floor. He kissed her with fervor, needing her now. She moaned loudly and stroked his cock, trying to get as close to him as possible. He laid her down, keeping close to her. She was open for him and mewled when he began to rub her clit. She was extremely wet already and came within seconds.

He finger fucked her until she came several times, loudly and hard. She looked so gorgeous, flushed and so sensitive.

"Harlow," she whined.

"I know," he whispered into her ear. He kissed her. "We need to take a shower."

She hugged him tight and shook her head. It was another thing he'd read. They hated the smell being taken away from them. "It'll be fast and I promise to finish what we started here after it."

She went grudgingly, pressing her face to his back as he turned the shower on. "I don't want your smell to go away," she huffed.

She sounded adorable. He'd never heard her whine before, too polite and humble to even think of doing it. He got the temperature right and stripped. Scylla was already naked, covered in tattoos and a belly button ring and clinging to him. She’d removed her lip and nose ring in preparation for her heat.

They got in and he washed her first, giving her as long with his scent as he could. She pouted when he washed himself and he found it outrageously cute. Scylla was nowhere near selfish or emotive and she was being a little of both. He kissed that pout over and over until her arms wrapped around his neck and he'd pinned her against the wall. He played with her nipples, loving how she cooed at him for more.

She didn't leave the shower without a few more orgasms. He wanted her exhausted so she'd sleep well. He laid her down in her bed and kissed over her body until he was at her clit again, flicking his tongue over it and making her moan. She was slick in no time, but he could see she was less reactive and her eyelids were getting heavy. When he finally sank his cock into her, he knew she'd sleep well. She clung to him, face in his neck.

She fell asleep nuzzled against him, clinging to him. He played with her hair, thinking. He remembered catching her Omega scent all those years ago and how he'd wanted to scent her every day afterwards. It's why he'd tried to keep a very firm respectable distance while keeping their friendship. It had also helped him to develop feelings for her on his own and not be manipulated by hormones. And all that led to them here, sharing her heat together. It was an incredible feeling that she'd picked him, it made him proud to have earned her trust and love.

He dozed off next to her, snuggling her tightly. When next he woke, it was in pleasure. He roused and quickly remembered where he was. Scylla had her mouth around him and was sucking vigorously. He moaned, losing himself for a moment before reaching for her, but she wouldn't budge.

"Baby, that feels wonderful, I know something else we can do that'll make both of us feel good." He glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning.

She moaned and he could see her fingers playing with herself.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're so sexy, baby."

He sat up and tried to gently pull her off him. It was so very tempting to let her continue. He had to play with her nipples, giving her a physical promise before she let him move her away. She grabbed at him, whining when he didn't move fast enough.

He felt her forehead with the back of his hand. It was burning hot. She was truly in the thick of it. She kissed his hand, and pulled his thumb in her mouth to suck on. He breathed heavily at the sight, especially when her beautiful, heterochromic, ombre eyes looked at him.

He brought her in for a hard kiss. She moaned loudly, exploring his mouth with her tongue. He had a stash of condoms under his pillow and he grabbed one, letting her lead while he tried to get one on before she got too impatient.

She was on him, grinding against him with a heavy need. She was so slick it dripped down both of them. She kissed and sucked his skin, leaving love marks. She'd vaguely mentioned she'd thought of him during a heat, but he was guessing she'd down-played it severely. She was in control now, not giving him a moment to think. She rode his cock so intensely, he saw stars when he came and she screamed against him, nails digging into him. He jerked at the sensation, knot large and stuck inside her. He held her and tried to catch his breath.

She whined and rocked on his knot, wanting more. He massaged her clit, giving her an orgasm that squeezed him into ecstasy. She kissed over his neck, marking it more.

She whined when his knot flattened, rocking her hips for more. He took over now, flipping her to her back and finger fucking her, his thumb rubbing her clit. He took time to suck her nipples, winding her up over and over until he could finally knot her again. She fell asleep on him with his dick inside her, snuggled happily under his chin.

He dozed as well, but his hunger got the better of him. He eased out of her and freshened up. Breakfast was an easy one, yogurt with fruit and some extra foods for him that promoted stamina. She found him just in time, wobbling to him.

He picked her up and set her on the counter. "Harlow!" She whined, hissing at the cold and trying to lean into him.

He presented her with the food. She sneered at it. He kissed that pout. "You don't have to eat a lot, just as much as you can. It has your favorite fruits."

She ate it slowly and only if he was touching her. She ate two-thirds, which was really good for her. He celebrated with a mini make out session. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting more.

"You need some water, Sweetie."

She pulled away from him, pouting. "I thought it was just the yogurt."

He leaned in and gave her slow, lingering kisses on her neck. 

She leaned into it. "Okay."

He gave her a short glass so it wasn't intimidating. She managed two full ones. While she drank, he kissed over her chest and breasts, licking her nipples every time she'd finished a glass.

"That's perfect, Baby, let's go watch a movie."

Their days were much the same. The more positive reinforcement he did, the more she ate and drank and the better her fever was. She still took a lot of convincing to shower, but the intense cuddling in her nest always made her feel better.

Then, there was a knock on her door. They were on the couch and the moment she heard it, she was on her feet, eyes large and terrified. He was quick to go to her and try to reassure her. She reached for him, hiding and trembling. "It's okay, baby, I'll answer the door." When she shook her head, he kissed the top of it. “It’ll take a second.”

She broke away from him and shook her head, retreating back to her bedroom. He sighed and pulled on some pajamas. He opened the door. It was a woman with the wrong address. He helped her out and sighed heavily as he locked the door. 

He made Scylla a cup of her favorite cocoa, glad he’d asked her for something to calm her if she got spooked. He brought it to her in her nest. The sight of her made him crestfallen. She was curled with her knees to her and wrapped in a large cardigan that tightly hid her nakedness. Her eyes were large and he could smell the terror, it was getting thick in the closet. He left the door open to let it dissipate. He sat down next to her and took his shirt off. “I made you some hot chocolate.”

She took the mug, but didn’t drink it, staying as small as she could be. He frowned and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her onto his lap. She went willingly, digging her face into his bare chest.

He set the mug to her designated cup area and hugged her tight. "You're safe, Scylla. I'm right here and I won't let anything happen to you." He felt her forehead. It was a little hotter than before. He grabbed the mug again and this time, curled into him, she drank it. 

He pulled out her Nesting tablet and played a movie. She stayed tight to him, not letting any part of her touch anything else. He placed soft kisses over her to help her relax better, which worked. The problem was they'd now skipped a rotation, so her next one was going to hit her harder.

He rubbed her legs and arms, seeing if he could coax her to have sex. That and the kisses, slowly, very slowly, got her to relax against him, opening her body so he could massage more of her.

He whispered, "If you really don't want this, we don't have to."

She kissed him, probing him with her tongue. He took the hint and played with her breasts. She let him lead this one, leaning against him while his cock was inside her, slowly fucking her. He held her tightly, kissing and licking her, tweaking her nipples as she slowly began to moan and pant, kneading his thighs. He played with her far longer than he normally would, hoping it would ease her heat later.

It didn't help. When she roused next, she was on him, grinding on anything that gave her friction. His leg was soaked by her slick while he tried to apply a condom. She came, rocking harder on his thigh and whining for him. He tested her forehead and found it extremely hot.

He maneuvered her to her knees, her face in her nest. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. She melted completely, pressing into him and almost screaming. He reached over her to grab her breast and wrap a hand around her hips to play with her clit.

It was several, screaming, wild orgasms before he couldn't hold back any longer. He flipped her back over and fucked her for himself. It was a different feel, working solely to get himself off on her. They both enjoyed it immensely. Scylla clung to him, going wild while he was reckless, pounding against her with haste. She screamed as he finally came. He rested fully on her, catching his breath and waiting for the dizziness to subside. She held him, suckling his skin.

It made him laugh. He rose up a little and kissed her. She was still really hot to the touch, but she was smiling again.

He got them food and watched another movie. He made sure to always be touching her in some way, to make sure she knew he was there. She did not go into the front of her apartment the rest of the day.

He hated that lingering scent of fear. Now it chased her natural scent, making it sour. He gave her more hot chocolate, to help, but the most helpful was when she curled into him, skin to skin. He wrapped a blanket around her and held her close.

The next day showed an almost full recovery. She moved around her house, though she was more cautious in the front of it. It had started when he'd made breakfast and she crept out to hug him from behind.

"Why do we always have to eat?"

He grinned at the whine in her voice. "It helps us have a clear mind. Do you feel a little more clear headed this time around?"

She was quiet for a long time before she shrugged. "Guess so."

He laughed. They ate in the nest again with Scylla snuggled as much on him as possible. She was small enough that it was easy. She fell asleep after her meal, curled into Harlow, face pressed against him. He felt her forehead and sniffed her for any residual fear. She was still burning, but he could hardly smell the fear.

Over the next day her fear dissipated completely and she was back to groping him and sucking him off openly. He was getting used to it while he prepared a meal, though it always felt incredible.

By the time she finally started coming out of it, she was content with snuggling. "I hope I wasn't too annoying…"

Harlow stopped what he was doing and hugged her. "You were in no way annoying. I promise." She nuzzled into him and hummed. He knew immediately what that meant. "I'm almost done." She nodded, but her hands did wander shamelessly.

He could feel how hot her forehead was on his back, cooler than the day before, but still really warm. She ate her lunch while slowly rocking on his cock. It was more to keep her full than for pleasure. She laid on him, breath shuddering softly while she rolled her hips. It was such a slow build, it left them gripping onto each other, lost in the feel of it.

When he finally knotted it was almost painful with how sensitive he was. His nails dug into her. When the world came back, he huffed heavily. "I'm so sorry."

She giggled. "It's okay." She snuggled him. "I kinda like the idea of being marked by you…"

His heart leapt. He didn't say anything, but kissed her on the lips.

Slowly, she came out of her heat. She was tired and slept more than before, usually dozing so she could cuddle with him as he moved around.

"Bath?" He asked with a kiss to the head.

She hummed and very slowly sat up, no longer whining about it. She laid on him the whole time they soaked in the hot water. She frowned after they had washed everything except her hair. "Why didn't we take a bath?" Her voice was quiet and a little timid, much like it always was.

He could see a slight pout, though, and he knew he was going to miss it. "I thought you might get upset that my scent was continually going away."

She giggled. “Yeah, I would have.” She sighed. “This was the best heat I ever had. Thank you for doing it with me…”

He kissed her head. “Thank you for letting me in. I’m really happy I was able to do it with you.”

She kissed his chest. “I don’t want to wait another year…”

He chuckled and then fell into silence. “It’s totally your choice, Scylla, but what if you went off of the blockers? It would help make your heats less intense and balance you out a little more.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I kept them going so my family couldn’t find me, but… Maybe it’s time I did? I always liked the idea of not having to hide it.” She smiled and kissed him. “And you’d be able to scent me whenever you wanted… I love when you do that.”

“I’ll be here for whatever you decide, but I love scenting you, too…”

She giggled. “I’ll talk to my doctor about it.”

He kissed her. “What do you want to do when we get out of the tub?”

She kissed over the bruises on his neck. “I kinda wanna give you more of these…”

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 30: Ritual

Adelaide and Jacob, the avatar guardians for Cthulhu, must get in contact with their god, but Adelaide has a favorite way of contacting "The Big Guy."

Rated Mature. Rituals, Ritual Sex, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Mild Blood, Threesome - F/M/M, Established Relationship.

You can read this on my AO3.

Adelaide had woken up first, leaving her husband to sleep in a little longer. She got the coffee going and went out to chop wood. The physical activity always woke her up and shook off any extra grumpiness she had. When she’d finished, she went inside and found Jacob watching her through the window. She smirked and took the coffee he handed her. She sipped the hot liquid, black with a shot of whiskey and a dash of cream.

They walked together to the beach, drinking their coffee and sitting in the cold, morning sand. When it was finished, they stripped their clothes and waded into the ocean. Adelaide jumped into Jacob’s arms so he could toss her out into the ocean. As she hit the water, she transformed into her large, eldritch form. Tentacles and sharp teeth and claws. She swam back to him, circling his much larger, eel-like eldritch form.

The two, Hydra and Dagon, swam and played and ate fish for breakfast. When they were full, they returned to Innsmouth, the home Jacob had opened to Adelaide. Dressed, she jumped on his back, broad and rippling with muscle. She wrapped her legs around his waist and bit his ear. He kept her secure, walking them back to the house while she held their mugs.

He kicked the front door shut and easily pulled her around to his front to pin her against the wall. She kissed him as he felt her up, squeezing her ass and biting her breasts. She ground on him, loving how it made him bite her harder.

 A knock on the door stopped them and she bit his lip, a promise to continue after he’d tended to his mayoral duties. She moved out of sight as he greeted the first of many to enter their home and go to his office.

She kept busy, fixing the house, the yard, and getting lunch ready. When Jacob broke away for lunch, she straddled his lap on the kitchen table and fed him. He sucked on her fingers.

“We need to get in touch with Cthulhu,” he said. It was the first words they’d said to each other all day.

She frowned. “Why?”

“There’s reports of creatures showing up and there’s concern they’re hostile.”

She smirked, popping a piece of food in his mouth. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a good fight.”

He hummed, biting her finger. Her eyes filled with lust as his tongue wrapped around it.

“I take it we’re going to do a ritual?”

He nodded, not releasing her finger.

--

She had everything ready by the time Jacob was off. She waited in their bedroom, naked, in the middle of a huge circle full of Cthulhu’s symbols. Jacob found her, smirked and began to undress.

They did not need to have sex to call upon their god. It was Adelaide’s preference. She was always a flirt and it had gotten them closer to the Eldritch god in a day than Jacob had in over two hundred years. He always admired how much of a cannonball she was. 

He stripped and sat down across from her. She scooted onto his lap and kissed him. She cut her finger and handed him the knife, dropping her blood onto the symbols next to them. She kissed and licked his neck as he did the same, her thick, bouncing curls catching in his beard. They’d flirted all day and she wanted him. She ground her hips on his cock as Jacob said the summoning spell. She bit him, feeling him harden against her pussy. She slipped onto him easily, riding him and kissing him as he tried not to falter with his words.

“You’ve been a tease all day,” she said once he was done.

He laughed.

All around them, the air turned heavy and their limbs felt light. Cold, thick tentacles wrapped around them. Adelaide grinned wickedly. “Hey, Big Guy.” A tentacle pressed against her cheek. She kissed it, biting it gently as it rubbed her chest fondly.

The tentacles tightened around them, reaching for Jacob and pressed a tentacle into his ass, fucking it. He kissed her harder, moaning. Two more reached for Ada, filling her ass and pussy, making her ride both it and Jacob’s cock. The tentacles fucked the two of them, leaving them moaning and desperately kissing each other. In their minds, the question of the creatures.

A resounding ‘kill’ echoed.

Adelaide smiled wide, excited, the thrill of the hunt finally hers again. She moaned loudly as the tentacles went faster. Jacob’s tongue danced around hers, moans hot on her mouth, hands roaming her body as hers rubbed all those tentacles around them. 

This was always her preference and he couldn’t deny it was his as well.

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 29: Branding

Zophaes is tired of seeing college boys flirt with Chauncy, who has no clue it happens. He's tired of pretending not to care and he's going to do something about it.

Rated Mature. Branding, warlock and his god, Dancing, high elf/ lord of the dead.

Chauncy brought out two flannel shirts and draped them over himself as he stared in the mirror. Behind him was the God of the Dead, Zophaes. Chauncy and him were bound by unfortunate circumstances, making Chauncy a warlock and Zophaes’ only follower.

It had taken a lot of studying and practice, but they’d gotten to a point where the god could leave the confines of the sword he’d been trapped in to move around, but he still was unable to go far from Chauncy. He felt bad, but it was better than being stuck in the sword.

Zophaes sat in a chair, dark smoke shrouding most of him from view. What little Chauncy could see was a skeleton in armor.

“Do you think I should wear the red flannel, Zophie? Or the burnt orange one? I thought about doing a plain color since my shirt’s got a print on it, but I’m liking the prints together.”

He looked at Zophaes in the mirror, Chauncy’s ginger hair halfway pulled back, showing off his pointed ears. The god stared at him and shrugged. “It matters not to me. I don’t see why you’re going to that thing anyway. And stop calling me that.” His voice was deep, gravely and yet warm.

“I was invited!” Chauncy said, full of cheer. He put the red flannel back. “Max really wanted me to go, said if I went, a lot of others would go, too! I doubt that that’s true, but I did tell my friends about it. It should be a nice party! There’s going to be a lot of dancing! I love dancing!”

“No doubt Max will want to dance with you,” Zophaes said in a very bored manner.

Chauncy frowned. “Maybe!” He put the green flannel on, his shirt riding up and showing a glimpse of the brand on his hip that linked the two. It had appeared when Chauncy had become his patron. He smiled at the color. “We are dance partners and he’s my friend.”

The god sighed heavily. “Most of your friends are only your friends because they want to get into your pants.”

He frowned and looked at his skinny jeans. “They can just ask me where I bought these? They don’t have to take them or sneak a glance at them!”

Zophaes sighed. “That’s not what I meant.”

The elf frowned. “Oh, what did you mean, Zophie?”

“Nothing.”

Chauncy sighed, knowing he wouldn’t get anymore out of him and turned in multiple directions to look his outfit over. Light gray skinny jeans, with a printed shirt that had sunflowers on it and the orange flannel blended with his dark orange hair and made his warm, taupe complexion stand out. His ears had gold piercings on them, something he’d done in rebellion to years trapped in High Elf Society.

“I just need shoes…” He went back into his closet and grabbed his black Converse and put them on in the bedroom. “Oh! I can’t forget the brownies! I made peanut butter ones and gluten free white chocolate raspberry ones!”

“I don’t understand why you’d want to get high.”

He shrugged. “People like it. I’ve never tried it, beyond the small taste to make sure they’re good.” He stood and grabbed his bookbag. “Did you want to come?” He’d already asked Zuphaes, but wanted to try again.

“And watch you flirt and dance with others? I’d rather stay here.”

That made Chauncy frown. “I flirt?”

Zophaes stared, his eyes glowing and billowing more black smoke. “No, of course not.”

“Do people think I flirt?” His fingers went to his lip in worried thought. “Do I flirt, Zophie!?”

Zophaes sighed again. “No, people do not think you flirt. Go have fun and dance with whoever you want.” When Chauncy hesitated, Zophaes waved his hand dismissively. “Why do you care what an old and decrepit god thinks anyway? Go have fun, you need it.”

“Because you’re one of my closest friends…” His hand tightened on the strap of his bag. He said it with more conviction than he’d meant, but it had come from the heart and he wouldn’t correct it.

“Don’t make me say it again. I’m just being dull.”

Chauncy smiled fondly. “You’re not dull, Zophie. I should be home between eleven and midnight.”

“Sure.”

--

People did not think Chauncy flirted with them. They knew he didn’t, but that’s part of what drew everyone to him. Particularly college boys. He saw how they smiled at him and flirted with him and he never saw it. They all had signed up for the same dance class as him just for a chance to be his dance partner. They knew how innocent and clueless he was and that, plus his unwavering generosity and friendliness, is what drew them to him.

The Lord of the Dead hated it. He hated how surrounded Chauncy was of guys vying for his attention. He’d be at that party, pressed against them all. Visions of him making out with them flashed in his mind. He swore, smoke billowing out like a train.

His fist tightened. It was incredible. He’d smote cities and had dominion of all the dead. He’d ruthlessly judged and purged and used the dead as an army. He’d killed without care or conviction. And now, he was endlessly pissed that one being was going to dance with others.

He blamed it on all that time cursed inside the sword. It had softened him, made him forget his evil ways. The drive to conquer was not there anymore, it had faded through the thousand years his consciousness had floated without a body. Now, it was all hollow and caved in.

He stared at the small, one bedroom apartment, perfectly decorated with plants and books and decorations he’d gone with Chauncy to shop for. The bloodlust had been lost and replaced with the simple domesticity he’d been trapped in. And Chauncy was the center of it all, sweet, charming, warm, passionate, and so incredibly innocent. Too innocent for college life. He stood, nothing but smoke now and glared in the full length mirror at himself.

--

Chauncy arrived at Max’s house, hugging him in greeting. “I hope I’m not too early! I finished the desserts way earlier than I thought. Oh! You decorated!”

Max laughed and stepped back so Chauncy could see it. “You were right, it looks a lot better than not having any.”

Chauncy smiled. “I’m glad! Where should I put these? Do you need any help finishing up?”

“I still need to clear the dance floor, you could help me figure out where to put the furniture.” Max led him to the large room with couches, chairs, and tables spread all across it.

“Whoa, this place is huge!” He bit his lip. “I definitely think a lot of this can just be pushed against the wall.”

Max nodded. “That’s what I was thinking, too. Thanks for the second opinion.”

They moved things around and when that was done, Chauncy flopped down on a couch. Max followed, his hand landing on Chaucny’s knee. Chauncy smiled at the room. “It looks really good now! There’s so much room here.” The warmth of Max’s hand made him smile.

Max smiled back. “Thanks for your help.”

Chauncy nodded.

Some of Max’s friends arrived and he greeted them. The party began. Chauncy was surrounded by people almost all night. When it was time to dance, Max went with him and the two danced together in the crowd for several songs. At some point, his hand was on Chauncy’s waist and they were closer and almost touching. He found he liked the touch and had even started to lean into it when the song had finished. 

He laughed, energized. “I should get something to drink.”

“Of course.” Max had a hand at the small of Chauncy’s back, guiding him to the bar. “Can I make you anything?”

He shook his head. “No, I’ll just have water.”

He chuckled. “You are the best weed brownie maker and you never eat them or get drunk. Not a lot of people can do that.”

Chauncy shrugged. “I’m probably old fashioned."

Max shook his head. "I think you're just unique and I like that about you a lot."

He felt his cheeks warm. He went to say something, but a figure caught his eye. Across the room, a man, lean and tall and dressed in all black walked towards him. Black jacket, black, torn shirt that showed a lot of his chest, black leather pants and black buckle boots. He was almost deathly pale and covered in tattoos and piercings, his side mohawk pitch black and teased. He stared at Chauncy, his features sharp and angular and so intense, he didn’t think he could look away.

Chauncy forgot the world around him, eyes growing wide as the stranger moved through the crowd. He stood inches from Chauncy, a hand held out to him. “Dance with me.” His voice was warm and gravely.

Chauncy nodded, feeling winded. He took the stranger's hand, warm with lots of rings on his fingers. He led them out to the dance floor and they began to dance. He felt comfortable with the stranger, losing himself in the music more than he had before. His hand latched to Chauncy's back, keeping him guarded from others.

He felt warm and so drawn to the stranger, he didn't realize they were almost grinding on each other. He felt excited, something he didn't feel too often. And what's more, the brand on his hip was slowly pulsing with warmth. He was flushed and, staring at those intense, dark eyes, finally understood why it was acting up.

He gasped as the song changed. “Zophie?”

The stranger stiffened and Chauncy recognized the annoyance. “You’re always so smart.”

His grip loosened, but Chauncy held onto his arms, a panic rushing in. “Please keep dancing with me! I loved dancing with you!” He liked being held by Zophaes. The god had never done it before and Chauncy realized he never wanted him to stop.

There was a long pause as Zophaes stared at him and Chauncy worried he'd ruined things. But then his grip around Chauncy tightened even more. He smiled wide as Zophaes led the dance. This time though, it felt different. Knowing it was Zophaes holding him so close and possessively had Chauncy’s heart racing and body reacting. 

He had never thought of Zophaes romantically or sexually, but with the options now demanding attention, Chauncy knew the answer immediately and Zophaes knew it, too, reading Chauncy with extreme ease. He turned Chauncy around, a hand flat on his stomach and pressed him close. They danced together for several more songs. Zophaes kept up with Chauncy.

He tipped his head back to talk to him. “You’re really good! I didn’t know you knew how to dance.”

Zophaes leaned into Chauncy’s ear. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

He frowned. “You learned how to dance for me?”

“Of course. It’s a requirement to make you happy.”

Chauncy sucked in his breath, grinding against Zophaes, his insides full of butterflies. His brand warmed him and electrified him. He turned around on a heated impulse and wrapped his arms around Zophaes, pulling him into a kiss. It was his first kiss and he'd never expected it to be with Zophaes.

The god pulled him extremely close, taking over the kiss and filling it with a passion Chauncy had never seen before, but knew was just under the surface. His long fingers threaded in Chauncy's hair, holding his head still as Zophaes devoured him.

When they finally broke away, Chauncy was breathing heavily, body excited in a way it never had been before. The brand on his hip making it more so.

“Let’s go home,” Zophaes whispered, his own excitement pressing against Chauncy. He nodded, breathless and nervous, and happy. Zophaes smirked and it was dazzling and dangerous and the first one Chauncy had ever seen from him. In a puff of black smoke, they were gone from the party and in Chauncy’s bedroom.

Zophaes had slain thousands in bids for power and title. He’d been ruthless and uncaring. His hands had been covered in blood more times than they’d been clean. Kingdoms had fallen in flames and massacre.

Chauncy was warm and always happy and his kiss was sweet and intoxicating. When they were in the bedroom finally, Zophaes pulled him into another kiss, forgetting and damning his ennui. He was done with being a bored and tired god. He’d hidden his feelings for Chauncy for too long, too caught up in his past reputation of evil and how he should have been. It had almost lost him the only person that made him feel anything was worthwhile.

He claimed that mouth, dipping his tongue in to meet the elf’s. He could feel the nervousness in Chauncy, in his posture and how stiffly he kissed Zophaes back.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, kissing his neck. Now that he was touching Chauncy, he did not want to stop. He loved how soft he was and how he smelt of honey.

Chauncy breathed heavily. “I just… I’m sure you know I’ve never… And…” His breath hitched when Zophaes kissed just under his chin. He laughed. “It’s silly, don’t worry about it, you know I get into my head and get stupid.”

Zophaes kept silent, planting kisses on all the exposed skin he could find. He knew the silence would kill Chauncy and make him fill it. And he’d fill it with what he was really thinking.

It only took a few kisses before Chauncy started. “It’s really amazing how you were able to show up at the party on your own! That must have taken a lot of energy! But I suppose not so much because you did show up a hundred feet from me. I really liked dancing with you, you’re a good dance partner! I’d love dancing with you again unless you don’t want to, if tonight is just a one time thing, I totally get it! We don’t even have to talk about it afterwards! Where did you get this avatar form from? And the goth-punk, did that just happen naturally or have you seen people dressed like that? What are all your tattoos? Oh! Ow!”

The fury in Zophaes had exploded and he grabbed Chauncy’s wrist tightly, his palm on the underside of his arm. It began to burn. Chauncy gasped and gripped Zophaes’s jacket. Zophaes’s lips were pressed against his neck, breathing in the light honey and cinnamon that Chauncy always smelled like.

“Zophaes!” He gasped. His wrist was on fire, but he was pinned to Zophaes.

He licked Chauncy’s neck, making the elf shudder. He licked up to his ear and bit his earlobe around the cute earrings. “I do not want you for only one night, Chauncy. I want you forever. And I want everyone to know when they look at you that you’re mine.”

He removed his hand and the brand of his symbol that had been on his hip was there now, on his wrist for everyone to see. Chauncy looked at it, his eyes going wide. “Forever?”

Zophaes took Chauncy’s hand, his thumb brushing over the fresh brand, still hot. “Forever.” He kissed it, letting it burn his lips. “I want everyone to know I’m yours, too. I’m done pretending I don’t give a shit.”

He heard Chauncy gasp. It was different, a small, mewl that hit Zophaes deep in his soul, rippling through him carnally. He looked up at Chauncy and found his lids heavy and his mouth slightly parted. It was the first time he’d seen the elf in this sort of pleasure and he craved more of it. Chauncy swallowed. Zophaes kissed the brand again, longer this time and got the same mewl.

“That feel good?” he asked.

Chauncy nodded.

He moved away from it. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You want me forever?” He whispered.

He kissed Chauncy’s neck again. “Yes.”

“How do you know? Forever’s a really long time, what if I annoy you or get boring or too loud or talk too much or make you do something or try something you don’t want to do?”

Zophaes grunted. “You could never be boring. I don’t care about the rest.” He bit Chauncy’s shoulder, sucking on the skin lightly. Chauncy bruised so easily, he didn’t need to do much to leave a mark.

He felt Chauncy relax. “If you’re sure, I want it, too.”

“I’m sure.”

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 28: Cockbulge

Hendrix needed a date to his ex-boyfriend and his best friend's wedding. He summons a demon to help him through it and, Eden, the large and gorgeous demon delivers.

Rated Mature. Cockbulge Kink, Demon Summoning, Fluff.

You can read this on my AO3.

“What is that!?” Hendrix gasped, eyes wide.

The demon he’d summoned for the express purpose of being his date to his ex’s wedding was standing before him in an impossibly tight suit.

Eden smirked. “You don't like my suit?”

Hendrix glared at him and pointed to his crotch, which was so obviously bulging.

Eden’s smirk widened. “You said you wanted to make him jealous.”

Hendrix sucked in his breath. “I said I wanted to show everyone that I had gotten over him.”

“I think I’m doing a good job at showing that.”

He felt his cheeks heat. “They’re going to know for sure that we’re not dating by that.”

Eden grabbed Hendrix’s hand and brought him in to dance, his large, broad chest pressing against Hendrix’s softer one. “Then, let’s practice so it looks real.”

--

Seeing his ex again was hard. Still, Eden escorted Hendrix with a warm hand at the base of his back. When he greeted his friend, Olivia, who was marrying his ex, he smiled and hugged her.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, squeezing his hand.

“Of course, just because it didn’t work for us doesn’t mean I don’t want either of you unhappy.”

She smiled and then looked at Eden. “Oh, who’s this?”

He pulled Hendrix close. “Eden, I’m his boyfriend.”

“Eden! That’s quite the name.”

Eden nodded. “That’s what it’s like to be with me.”

Hendrix choked and his friend’s eyes widened as much as her smile. “That’s good. He needs someone like that to work that funk off.”

Eden grinned. “That’s what I intend to do.”

Hendrix was blushing now and hating it. Eden led him into the building. As Hendrix looked back at his friend, she pointed to her crotch and then fanned herself and winked. Hendrix choked on a giggle and looked away.

Eden sat in a chair, his suit audibly stretching over his muscles.

“Seriously!” Hendrix hissed, rolling his eyes.

“That’s not me, that’s happening on its own.”

“Sure.”

The wedding was gorgeous and the couple looked truly happy. Hendrix was happy, but as he sat down at the reception, many people passed by him, checking if he was doing okay.

“You must be so heartbroken! He was your true love!”

“He wasn’t…”

Eden put his large hand on Hendrix’s thigh and looked at the person. “Trust me, they weren’t soulmates.” He squeezed his thigh.

“Oh… Right…”

Hendrix gave a polite smile, but as they left, Hendrix fell into a fit of giggles. “I think they were mad!”

“I think they were, too.”

The second person to console him patted his shoulder. “I know it was a bad breakup-”

“It wasn’t…” He mumbled.

“But I think you’re so brave to come here anyway.”

Eden suddenly pulled Hendrix on his lap. Hendrix stifled a gasp as Eden held him close. “Isn’t he? Especially when it was an amicable and mutual breakup.”

Hendrix smiled politely, though, this time, a giggle slipped out. The person glared and stormed away. He covered his hand and laughed.

Eden grinned. “Glad you’re finally having fun.”

Hendrix nodded and tried to slip off. He could feel Eden’s cockbulge so very clearly, he was worried he’d wiggle too much in his lap. Eden, however, wouldn’t let him go.

Toasts were made and Hendrix was panicking. He loved how it felt and teased him, but didn’t want anyone to notice. Eden’s hands rested on his hips and every once in a while he tugged Hendrix against that bulge. When it happened more frequently, Hendrix realized he was done for. Eden was doing it on purpose and he didn’t know how long he could go like this.

When the first dance was announced, Eden took Hendrix’s hand and led him out of the room.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere else.” He pulled Hendrix close. “I really liked you on my lap.”

Hendrix flushed horribly. “Are we going somewhere to continue that?”

Eden smirked. “If you want. How did you get the name anyway, it doesn’t exactly match-” he gestured to Hendrix.

“Mom loved them…” His brain was fritzing. “Where… are we going to go?”

“I thought we’d use your friend’s dressing room.”

His eyes widened and he laughed. “She’d love that.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I figured she would.”

They locked the door behind them and Eden pulled up a chair, patting his lap for Hendrix to go to. He turned the man and rubbed his ass against his cock. He sighed. “Fucking hells, you’ve got a fantastic ass.” Hendrix breathed out heavily, loving how it felt, too. Eden pulled his head back so he could kiss Hendrix’s neck. “I think I might keep you, human.”

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 27: Feeding/Stuffing

Florence, stranded in the woods for two days with no food or water, meets Briva, a nice woman living in cottage for some rest and sustenance.

Rated Explicit. Feeding Kink, Stuffing Kink, Rape/NonCon, Non-Consensual Touching, Drugged Sex, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use.

You can read this on my AO3.

Florence had been lost in the woods for a couple of days when she came upon the cabin. The woman living in it was beautiful and older than Florence. She beckoned her in.

“Oh my! Look at you! You look so worn and tired and hungry! Come, have some bread and cheese while I make you a proper meal!” She served it to Florence. “My name is Briva. You’re so beautiful, but my goodness, and so thin! You couldn’t have gotten like that after only two days lost!”

Florence laughed. “You’d be the first to think that. I’m Florence. I’m so glad you took me in.”

She tsked. “Of course! I couldn’t just let you die out there! Make sure you’re eating, darling.”

She had half the portion before she stopped.

“Eat up!” Briva said.

Florence shook her head. “I need to save room for your lovely cooking.”

“Oh nonsense! Eat up! It’ll be a while before I’m ready.”

Nodding, she finished it off. Briva still had an hour, so they took tea. She was very easy to talk to and the tea was sweet and wonderful and Florence didn’t realize she’d had most of it until the pot was empty.

Briva tended to the food, stew, a meat pie, roasted potatoes, and a cake. Florence blinked at it all. “This all looks so good! You didn’t have to cook all of that for me.”

“Of course I did!” Briva smiled and served her a huge helping of everything, except the cake.

Her eyes were wide, but she began to eat what she could. As she ate, she felt hungry again and happily finished off the plate. She noticed then, that Briva had nothing in front of her. “Are you not joining me?”

“Oh, if you insist. Here, let me get you some more.” Briva scooped Florence a large, second helping while giving herself a small portion, eating it slowly, watching Florence intently. Florence tried not to notice how the woman’s eyes tracked the fork to her mouth.

“It’s all really good!” She said, trying to cut the tension.

“Of course it is, dear.” She smiled. “Would you like some wine?”

Florence nodded just to stop her from looking at her. She breathed a sigh of relief and decided she’d finish her plate and move on. The woman bent over Florence’s shoulder a moment later, setting the glass down and then pouring her some.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Her hand rested on Florence’s shoulder as she smiled. Her hand trailed on her as Briva sat back down. “Eat up.”

Florence did. She tried to eat her whole plate, but she was full and all that tea made her need to use the restroom. When she got back, though, her plate was full again. She frowned and decided to smile and nod. “Thank you for all your hospitality. I should be on my way.”

Briva clicked her tongue. “But you were lost in the woods and it’s night time! You can’t go out now! Stay and eat.” The last words echoed in her mind and she felt almost dizzy. She frowned deeper. When she didn’t move, no matter how much she told herself to, Briva led her back to the table.

“I should really get going…” Florence said.

“You can, dear, after you eat.”

She stared at the food. “I’m not hungry.”

“Of course you are!” Briva scooted her chair closer and picked up Florence’s fork and scooped up a healthy portion for her. “Open up!”

She didn’t know why she did, but Florence did. She ate the bite, looking at the woman. She smiled so sweetly and fed her another bite. The plate was half empty when Florence realized what she’d been doing. 

She shook her head. “I can’t eat anymore. I should go.” Her stomach was tight, overstuffed by all the food. Sure, she’d been starving, but not by much and she couldn’t fathom eating any more.

“No need to go,” the woman said. “We’re only halfway through.” She stood and began to rub her shoulders. “You are so tense and tired, just let me take care of you.”

“I can’t, I need to go.”

Her hands ran down her arms and then up to her shoulders and her neck. It sent a shiver up Florence’s spine. “Just let Briva take care of you.”

Florence frowned. “Why?”

“Because I know what’s best.” She had a piece of meat between her fingers and she put it to Florence’s lips.

Florence moaned. “I’m too full.” She should have told this woman to go to hell, but she was too tired and full and couldn’t find the energy.

Briva’s hand rubbed her neck and shoulder and dipped down under her shirt collar. Florence knew she should have stopped it, but she didn’t. The touch felt good and coaxed her to open her mouth and eat from Briva’s fingers.

Briva cooed. “What a pretty woman you are.” She rubbed Florence’s chest some more. “I think we should get you out of this shirt.”

She frowned, but didn’t fight Briva. Her head was fuzzy and her body full and tired. “What’s… Happening?”

“You’re letting me take care of you like a good girl.” She groaned when Briva pulled her shirt up and off of her, but barely fought to stop her. It was clear to her now that she’d been drugged. Briva ran her hands over her chest and breasts, down to her stomach that felt so swollen now. She pressed it a little. “Oh, there’s still plenty of room.”

“No.”

A forkful of food was at her lips and she opened them, eating it.

“See? You’re still hungry.”

“Please, no more.” It was extremely whiny, but it was all she could do.

Briva laughed. “Hush, dear, and eat.” She brought stew in her fingertips to Florence, the sauces dripping on her chest. She ate it, sucking on the fingers just a little. “Ooh,” Briva cooed. “I like that!”

Florence frowned and tried to turn her head away from mashed potatoes, but she still ate it, sucking them off her fingers. Her other hand reached under her bra and played with her nipple as Florence cleaned her fingers.

“See, I knew you were perfect. So hungry for Briva and her cooking.” The fork was forgotten. She ate the rest from Briva’s hand, cleaning them off while Briva played with her breasts and started kissing her neck and then lips. “Mm, I can taste my food on you.”

“No… more!” She just wanted to be done.

“I think I know what will help!” She pulled the chair away and unzipped her pants.

Florence shook her head.

Briva tugged them and her panties around her ass and off her legs and pushed them under the table. “See? Now they’re not restricting you anymore.” She felt over her stomach, which was sticking out now. “Oh, look at how round you are! All of my cooking is in there- Oh!” She giggled. “Well, not all of it. I did make that cake. But before you eat that…” She undid her bra and discarded it. “There! Now nothing’s holding you back.”

She felt so bloated and so exposed, but her brain was too tired and foggy to do anything. “You… Drugged…”

“Oh, that’s such a naughty word, isn’t it?” She kissed Florence’s breasts. “I just helped you relax, that’s all. It’s so rare when I find the perfect woman like you. So willing to eat and do as I say…” Her tongue licked her nipple, making her moan.

She brought the cake closer and took a portion out. It was large and if Florence had her faculties with her, she’d have panicked. But Briva put it all in her mouth and while Florence tried to chew and swallow it, Briva rubbed her belly and sucked on her nipples.

When she’d finished it, Briva scooted her chair closer to the table and fed her a smaller piece. “Clean my fingers, dear, they’re sticky from the last bite.”

Florence did so.

“Good girl.” Her hand rubbed Florence’s stomach some more, feeling lower and lower.

She closed her legs, but they felt heavy and not her own and Briva reached between them with extreme ease. She began to rub her pussy very slowly while feeding her cake and moaning when Florence sucked her fingers clean.

“Isn’t this nice?” she smiled.

Florence could barely shake her head no. She was so, so full and it hurt and through that pain, she felt her clit being massaged and that felt nice even if she hated it. It was such a large cake and they were only a third through it.

“I… Can’t…” She pleaded.

“You will,” Briva said. She fed Florence more. “You are going to eat everything I made for you and then you can rest.”

“Want… to leave…”

To that, Briva laughed. “Oh, no, dear, I can’t let you go.” She rubbed Florence’s clit, making her moan, her head falling back. More cake was fed to her and she moaned as she sucked Briva’s fingers. Briva licked her stomach, so sensitive and full. “You’re just so perfect.”

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 26: Overstimulation

Turner's ex-girlfriend leaves him tied to the bed when she leaves. It's a good thing he has two roommates who can help him out.

Rated Mature. Overstimulation, malfunctioning dildo, tied-up, Roommates, Light Dom/sub, Face-Fucking, Multiple Penetration

You can read this on my AO3.

Gianni was about to enter the apartment complex when he saw Rudy. He frowned. “You’re home early.”

“Turner sent a weird message.”

Gianni nodded. “I got that, too.”

The roommates rode up the elevator and stepped into the apartment they shared with Turner. They could hear him calling for them, but even weirder, he was moaning.

“Oh,” Gianni said, smirking.

Rudy laughed.

Turner was tied to his bed with a strap-on in his ass. His eyes were wide. “Guys! Help! She just… L-Left!” He moaned. “And I think this thing’s broken, it stopped pulsing a while ago and is just buzzing!”

Gianni went to it and detached it from the strap-on and looked at it for the settings. He pushed the off button, but nothing happened. “Wow, it is busted.” He glanced at Rudy and noticed all the small signs of how hot he thought this was. Gianni looked at Turner's extreme hard on and then at Turner. “How long have you been stuck here?”

“Like an hour! At least!”

“And you haven't cum yet?” Rudy asked.

“Of course I've cum, like three times! Why are you asking me that instead of getting me out of these!?”

Gianni pulled the vibrator out and then pushed it back in. Turner moaned and frowned as Gianni mused to himself. “You've got enough room for another in here.”

“What the fuck are you talking about!? Get me out!” He moaned.

Gianni looked at Rudy, his brows raising in silent question. Rudy nodded and unbuttoned his pants.

“What the hell are you two doing?”

Gianni went up to him and patted Turner's cheek. “What we've fantasized about doing for a while now. We're gonna fuck you and then we're going to take a bath and have some wine.”

Turner blinked.

Gianni kissed him, exploring his mouth with his tongue. Turner kissed him back, moaning loudly. “We don't have a tub big enough…”

“I won't be joining, I'll be making dinner.” Rudy said, pressing his cock to Turner's ass. “I hate baths.”

“He's a work in progress,” Gianni said. He kissed Turner again. “I hope you've got a deep mouth.”

Rudy pushed in with the dildo. Turner gasped and arched. Rudy hissed. "Fuck, Turner. You feel amazing."

"Since when have you two-!?" He moaned loudly.

Gianni took his clothes off. "Years, we just like separate rooms." He got into the bed and straddled Turner's head. "Open wide."

Turner did.

"Quite the sub," Rudy said.

"I told you." He began to fuck Turner's mouth, sighing heavily.

Turner moaned, but kept his mouth loose and throat relaxed, wanting to make Gianni happy.

Rudy had a steady rhythm, which slowly became faster and harder. Gianni was about the same, hitting his throat, his balls slapping his chin. Turner felt slightly dirty at being used, but mostly, it was a wonderful end to a terrible day. It all felt so amazing and overwhelming to have all his holes so full, he came well before them, moaning and writing as they continued. The vibrator was still high and broken and made Rudy cum a few minutes after. He slowly pulled out, making him and Turner moan loudly. He carefully removed the dildo, the movement causing Turner to shudder and choke on Gianni's cock.

Rudy left the room.

Gianni continued. Turner could feel that he was getting close, too. Gianni thrust hard into his throat, his cum shooting to the back. Turner swallowed, only choking a little.

Gianni sighed and pulled out. "Good boy," he said, kissing him. The words hit Turner in a way that had never happened to him before. He felt flushed and tired as Gianni finally untied him from the bed.

He sat up, rubbing his wrists. "Thanks…" his voice was a little raw.

"Of course, we would never have left you there." Gianni took his hand and led him to the Jack and Jill bathroom he and Rudy shared. The bath was already going and hot. They got in Turner, laying on Gianni.

Turner lost himself in how good it felt. He rested fully against Gianni, who ran his hands over his chest and legs.

"What does this mean?" Turner asked after a while.

Rudy game in, then, with wine and tea. "It means you're ours."

"Mhmm," Gianni hummed. "Our very cute, very good, little sub."

"Who's going to stop dating losers." Rudy stared at him.

"Mmm, you're okay with him dating others at all? I was thinking he should take a break and just be around good partners so he can see what it's like."

Rudy nodded. "That's a good point." He kissed Turner. "You're on a dating freeze until you can see the difference between a good partner and one who ditches you after trying you up."

Turner, overwhelmed that they even cared, nodded.

Rudy kissed him again. "Very good boy."

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 25: Face-Sitting

Fidelia and Sissy are back. This time, Fidelia wants to help Sissy gain some confidence.

Rated Explicit. Face-Sitting, Evil Empress, Evil Witch, Villain gets the girl, Dubious Consent, cause of that human furniture ;3

You can read this on my AO3.

Sissy sat in a side room, next to a window. A tray of her favorite tea and cookies rested on a nude woman bent backwards. Her breasts helped the tray balance. There were many things she was still not used to, the sex, waiting for the Empress to tend to her wardrobe changes, the naked humans forced to forever be furniture around the castle, her cruelty to everyone except a select few, and not working like she was used to.

She’d finally gotten in trouble from the Empress when there had been enough complaints about her doing others’ duties. She bit her lip, remembering the Empress pressing her against a wall and fingering her. “You are going to stop doing the work of others, my dear Sissy, is that understood?” She’d whispered, waiting for a response.

“F-Fidelia!” She’d gasped.

The Empress wrapped a hand gently around her throat to hold her still. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, Fidelia's knee pressed against the wall to keep Sissy's up and parted. The wet sound of her fingers between her legs was loud enough for passersby to heat. She kissed up Sissy’s jaw. “I do not want another complaint that you’ve done their work, do you understand me?”

Sissy’s legs had been shaking, barely able to keep herself up. She nodded. “Yes!”

Fidelia kissed her, making out with her as Sissy came hard, spilling onto the floor and the Empress’ hand.

--

It had been a lesson she’d kept to heart, learning how to let others do tasks for her. She was quick to stop herself when she started to do a task and apologized to them, wringing her hands to occupy herself. She found reading kept her out of trouble and the Empress had two libraries. 

Which was where she was now, taking time alone to rest. Her coronation was still months out and the Empress, her future wife, had had Sissy at least twice a day since collecting her from her humble farm to announce Sissy as the future Queen. She’d been completely untouched when she’d been claimed and now, she’d gotten used to Fidelia always touching her. She was even getting used to it with others around.

The door opened and Fidelia, the evil witch empress, smiled at Sissy. Sissy was slouched against pillows in a cushioned, lounge chair, comfortable in her solitude. She quickly sat up and straightened her dress.

Fidelia clicked her tongue in disappointment. “Now, now, I liked how you looked, my sweet Sissy. Relaxed and happy.” She bent over Sissy and held her chin to kiss her. She pushed her back into her reclined position. “Mm, that’s much better.” Her fingers trailed down Sissy’s cleavage. “I’m taking a break and I thought it was time you ventured out a little.”

Sissy frowned even as her skin prickled in the best way. “What do you mean?”

“You have trouble vocalizing what you want from me during our love-making. I thought we could try an exercise that doesn’t involve me directly.”

There was a pause as Sissy’s brain churned. “You mean, with someone else?”

Fidelia nodded. “With one of the furniture pieces.”

Her eyes were wide.

The Empress whistled and a woman crawled in, her back bent backwards and she walked on her feet and elbows. She stopped next to Fidelia.

Sissy frowned. “Isn’t she from your throne?”

“Always so observant.” She kissed Sissy’s neck.

She was curious who the woman was, but was afraid to ask. Fidelia bit her, one of Sissy’s favorite things. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re cheating,” she sighed.

The Empress laughed. “I’ll be up here…” She kissed down to her breasts. “While she’s down there…”

“That does sound nice…”

“Excellent. Stand so I can undress you.”

“Here?” she stammered.

“Of course!” Fidelia laughed. “Our bedroom is only for us.”

“Right…” She stood and waited for Fidelia. The Empress was quick to remove her layers, stripping her down to nothing.

“There we go.” She snapped her fingers and her clothes disappeared, leaving her naked as well. She stood behind her and massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples just like Sissy liked. There was something so intimate about discovering her likes and dislikes with Fidelia. The Empress was so knowledgeable, she felt embarrassed most of the time, but Fidelia never judged her or made her feel stupid for not knowing. She was always encouraging her and making her try new things.

Fidelia whistled a tune Sissy had never heard before and the woman groaned, her arms moving over her head while her legs bent all the way down so she lay flat. The movements seemed too stiff to look normal. The woman’s eyes tracked Sissy, opening her mouth, with her tongue sticking out.

“Ohh, look, she’s excited to taste you.” Fidelia cooed. She led Sissy to the floor just above the woman’s head. “There we go, now scoot up… Just like that.”

Sissy stood on her knees over the mouth of the woman, facing her body. The woman moaned, almost whining. Sissy looked to the Empress, who waited. She realized that it was now up to her to initiate. That was the whole point of the exercise. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed her eyes shut and lowered herself.

She gasped at how quickly and eagerly the woman began to lick her. She sucked and licked and probed with her tongue, moaning loudly. Fidelia leaned in, kissing Sissy’s neck. “You’re making her so happy, Sissy. You’d make me just as happy if you did that to me.” She pinched her nipples again.

The woman had her head buried in her pussy, she wasn’t sure how she was breathing. Her hips rocked involuntarily on the woman and it made her moan louder and eat her out harder.

“Fidelia!” she gasped, leaning against her. Her whole body shook and she came.

The women drank her up and licked her clean and continued.

“That was very good," Fidelia cooed. "Now, my sweet Sissy, I want you to ride her face. Rock your hips like you just did, but more. You can lean on her, just put your hands on her stomach and rock your hips.”

Slowly, Sissy did it, moving her hips over the woman’s face. She could feel her pussy rubbing over her tongue and nose, the friction felt really good. She moaned loudly and started grinding her pussy on the woman without thought.

“That’s my Queen,” Fidelia sang. “You look so sexy making her eat your pussy and rubbing it on her face. You’re making her your own little slave. How does it feel?”

Sissy squeezed her eyes shut, smothering the woman as she rode her face hard, her orgasm just around the corner. She came, and heard the woman choke on her, muffling her moans. Still, she lapped it up and kept going.

Fidelia bit her neck. “How does it feel to have your own personal slave, my beloved?”

“Is… Is she mine, now?”

“Mhmm. Do you like the idea?”

She hesitated, before nodding.

“Good. I want you to use her once a day at least. I want you to practice telling her what you want, but use my name. And when you’re confident enough, you’re to do it to me.”

“Are… Are you sure?” she huffed.

She turned Sissy’s head and kissed her, pushing her tongue into Sissy’s mouth. Sissy came from it, moaning on Fidelia’s tongue. Saliva dripped from her mouth and Fidelia wiped it away with her thumb. “It is a requirement of being my Queen.”

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 24: Oviposition

It's time for Krysis to lay her eggs.

Rated Explicit. Oviposition, Egg Laying, Eggpreg, eggasm, orgasms by egg laying, Fluff, Domestic Fluff.

Part one

You can read this on my AO3.

Krysis sat in a chair in the kitchen of her inn under close watch by everyone who lived there. She had gotten so large now that she could barely walk around without exerting herself too much, which meant she was forbidden from moving around too much. She sighed, too tired to hold herself up and moved to stand. F'yorl, a mind flayer who’s captors had cut his tentacles off, held his hand out for her. She gave a tired smile and took his hand. “Thank you.”

“You must be really tired.” Mere, her teenage charge, said.

“I am.” As she stood, she felt a strange sensation and liquid fell down her legs and pooled at her swollen feet. She gasped and clutched onto F'yorl for further support.

“Mere, get Trovus.”

Mere’s eyes got big. “But it’s only been three months!”

“Hatchlings are different from humanoid babies. Go get Trovus.” F'yorl said.

Mere nodded and ran out to the back where Trovus was chopping wood and tending to the farm animals.

“Thank you,” Krysis sighed. “I'm glad we made those incubators just in case!”

“Of course.”

Trovus was at her side before she got to the stairs, taking her other arm. “Are you okay!? How are you feeling!?” He spoke quicker than she'd ever heard. “Can you make it up to our bedroom? Mere, you and Sahnar need to bring the incubators upstairs. Kobolds, hot water and rags,  and extra pillows and blankets.”

He spoke with such authority, no one questioned him. He and F'yorl helped Krysis up the stairs, her arm over each of their shoulders and theirs around her waist, taking most of her weight.

“Are you feeling alright? Are you cramping? Are you dizzy?”

“I’m fine, just get me up the stairs, please.”

He fell silent and all three made their way slowly up the two flights and finally onto the bed. When she was settled, Trovus finally spoke.

“How are you feeling? Cramping? Dizziness? Do you want water?”

She smiled. “Water would be lovely. I'm not dizzy and I haven't started cramping yet.”

Trovus acted immediately. He got her water while F'yorl moved furniture around, setting up the incubators when the others arrived with the rest of the supplies and helped to set it up. The nest was layered in pillows and blankets for F'yorl to take to the incubator when Krysis laid them. 

When everything was setup, Trovus shooed them out. “Alright, everyone who’s not helping, leave and tend to the inn.” He knew his wife would worry about her patrons and how she would look while laying their clutch.

They all wished her good luck and left her with Trovus and F'yorl. Trovus fussed over her, showing a nervous energy he never had. He checked her over every few minutes, massaging her stomach and feet in between fussing over her. It was two hours before her first contraction and several hours before they were close enough, she needed to go to her nest. He helped her to it, standing behind her to brace her as she squatted.  She was sweaty and close to tears as she held his hand and began to push.

She felt the first egg press its way through her. She tried to breathe and squeeze as evenly as she could. It was slow and she gasped as it tightly pressed against her walls, making her moan.

Trovus frowned. “Was that-?”

She huffed, whining in distress as she moaned louder. “Trovus! It- it feels good!? I-” she moaned.

He glanced at F'yorl, who for his part, pretended not to notice what was happening. He held her tighter as she gripped his knees, crouched close to the floor over the nest. His warm scales were a very familiar comfort as the first egg slipped from her and onto the blankets and pillows.

"Very good, Noachi." He kissed her head, staring down at the egg. He couldn’t say it with F'yorl around, but he found it extremely hot. 

F’yorl picked the egg up and placed it in an incubator. She breathed and whispered to Trovus.  “I… I almost had an orgasm…"

He kissed her gently, making sure she couldn’t tell how turned on that had made him. “Are you okay?” When she nodded, he kissed her again and dabbed her head with a cloth.

They had thirty minutes before the next one.  He rubbed her stomach, encouraging the next one to move into position. When she grabbed his hand, he got ready to begin the process again.  Her moans started quicker and she gripped him tightly, her back arching somewhat. The egg slipped out faster this time as she finally orgasmed.

“Fucking hells, Krysis,” Trovus breathed. He glanced at F’yorl who had his back to them, busy setting up the incubator that didn’t need tweaking. Krysis leaned on him, breathing heavily. She winced as Trovus cleaned the egg before handing it to F’yorl.

“I’m so sorry!” she huffed.

He brought her into a kiss and damned politeness. “Don’t apologize, that wasn’t a judgment, Noachi, that was hot as hell. Like really hot.” 

She gasped. “Trovus!” She glanced in F’yorl’s direction.

He kissed her again. “You’re doing great. Are you able to crouch again?” She shook her head, so he sat on the catching nest and had her sit on his crossed legs.

She leaned on him, relaxing completely against him. Her lids were heavy as she spoke slowly. “I… There’s three more, I’m going to have three more…”

He massaged her stomach and hips while she took a drink of water. “I’ll be here with you the whole time. I’m so proud of you.”

She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. She dozed for thirty minutes before waking with a moan. It brought Trovus to attention immediately from the idle way he’d been rubbing her stomach. She was slow to rouse awake, pushing automatically and screaming as she pushed another egg out. This time, Trovus saw how it stretched her, slowly pushing against her walls and rubbing her g-spot. Her cum spilled out of her after the egg rolled onto the nest.

He sucked in his breath, hiding just how sexy he thought that was. He moved to clean the egg, but she shook her head. “Another one…”

She began to push and he tried not to be too transfixed on that egg pushing out of her. He could see her orgasm dripping down the egg as the fourth one slipped out. 

She breathed heavily, grasping his hands. “I think… I’m good… For now…”

He kissed her several times on her forehead. “You’re doing great. How do you feel?”

Her eyes were closing. She frowned at his question. F’yorl handed him a damp towel to clean the eggs off with before taking them. Krysis was asleep, groaning anytime Trovus moved. He kissed her and rubbed her stomach. It had shrunk so drastically, but he could tell she wouldn’t be pleased with all the excess she’d have once everything settled.

F’yorl finished with the last egg and they waited.

“She’s going to be mortified later.”

“It is nothing to be ashamed of,” the mindflayer said.

Trovus smiled and kissed his sleeping wife again.

“Trovus…” She whined forty minutes later, grabbing onto him and frowning. 

“I know, Noachi, last one.” Her head rested on his shoulder, her body drenched in sweat. She shook her head. “I’m right here, Krysis, I’m with you, you can do this.” He adjusted his stance, moving her as well. She started to cry and it broke his heart, but he curled his body around hers to help her push, using his tail to leverage himself.

She screamed through another orgasm and the last egg came out.

He cleaned the egg off and handed it to F’yorl. He lifted Krysis onto the bed and washed her off with some rags, making sure to very gently wash between her legs. She moaned and fidgeted.

“I’m almost done, Noachi.”

F’yorl ducked out of the room, letting Trovus clean up the blankets and pillows that were drenched with her juices and the sacks from the eggs. When it looked presentable enough, he climbed into the bed with her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, whispering how much he loved her. She was already fast asleep.

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 23: Jealousy

Jasper is feeling neglected and takes the opportunity to remind his dragon mate that he still exists.

Rated Mature. Jealousy, dragon shapeshifter, Dragon mate

You can read this on my AO3.

Jasper sat in his partner’s club, drinking his favorite drink and letting the loud music vibrate through his body. Mutai, his dragon mate, had been too busy to pay attention to him for the last six months. It left Jasper lonely and rejected and angry.

So, when a good looking man sat down next to him and began to flirt, he saw an opportunity for a little fun. He had thought everyone knew not to touch him, but he would not turn down the company. He turned towards the man, getting comfortable and chatting with him. He wondered how long it would take Mutai to see, if he even cared anymore.

“You are sexy as hell,” the man said. 

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“Would you like to dance?”

Before he could answer, the tall, large and very pissed form of his partner could be seen barreling through the dance floor. 

Jasper smirked. “I don’t think I’ll have the chance. I apologize in advance.”

The man frowned. “What?”

Mutai grabbed the man’s shirt, yanking him up off the floor where he dangled. He stood seven feet tall, strong as hell, his gorgeous face turning more draconic as he began to leak steam from his mouth.

“You are either new or stupid. Everyone knows Jasper is off limits!”

The man glanced at him and Jasper gave a small finger wave. He looked back at Mutai. “I- I’m sorry!”

“Do it again and I’ll show you how my fire breath works.” Mutai set the man down and he ran.

Jasper sighed and mumbled to himself. “So much for having fun.”

Mutai, still furious, leaned over him, a hand perched on the back of he couch, caging Jasper in. His bright eyes stared Jasper down. “You thought that was fun?”

Sometimes, he forgot how good the dragon’s hearing was, even in a loud nightclub. Still, Jasper felt indifferent and shrugged. “Course, what else am I supposed to do? Sit like a trinket in your hoard until you decide I’m worthy enough for your attention?” He grunted, picking at his leather pants. “Besides, I didn’t think you’d actually notice.”

“Didn’t think I’d notice someone flirting with my mate!?”

Jasper shrugged. “Why not? You’ve been really good at ignoring me for six months. I bet someone had to tell you what was happening for you to notice.”

Mutai stared, steam still pouring out his mouth. “You feel neglected.”

Jasper refused to look at him. “Forget about it.” In one fluid motion, he slipped out from Mutai and threaded through the dance floor. He made his way down a hall to a private room where he could be alone.

He wasn’t surprised when large arms pulled him taught against a body before he could get there. He knew it by heart as Mutai. He leaned down and kissed his neck. “You are mine, Jasper. I saw you with him. I always keep tabs on you.” He kissed him again, licking his neck. “I forgot time to humans move faster than time to a dragon. I will not let it happen again. I will never let you think I don’t care again.”

“What if you do?” Jasper asked, opening his neck to Mutai.

“Then you have permission to make me as jealous as you want.”

Jasper smirked. He leaned against his mate, turning up to kiss him. “I’ll hold you to it. Or maybe I should just flirt with guys every once in a while anyway, I like you going into a jealous rage.”

Mutai grunted, kissing him back, his tongue probing into his mouth. “Do it and I’ll fuck you senseless.”

“Mmm, promise?”

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Sorry the last of the kinkobers are late, my kids got sick and the youngest sprouted 5 teeth at once, so they've been very needy. I should have them all out today.

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Hi hi ^^

I'm slowly making my way through your Kinktober pieces and I love them so much!

The worlds and scenarios you've come up with are great and I really enjoy the mood you evoke with your writing!

Great Job! Please have yourself a treat :D

- Chitter

Thank you!!! I always feel like I'm putting too much into these, but a lot of them are idea starters. Others just get away from me. I'm glad you're enjoying them!

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Kinktober Day 22: Orgy

An adventuring party have to pass a room designed to ensnare trespassers.

Rated Mature. Dubious Consent, Orgy, Gender-Neutral Pronouns.

You can read this on AO3.

“Alright, we’ve buffed ourselves to withstand the psychic urge. Do not try to save anyone,” The paladin said. “We save them by destroying the monster who did this.”

The druid nodded.

The bard grunted.

The sorcerer looked grim.

The rogue smirked.

Nodding, the Paladin opened the door. The noise hit them first, loud, lewd, lustful and piercing their ears. Moans of ecstasy washed over them as they began to run. The rogue was ahead of everyone, followed but the druid, who helped the bard run, and last were the sorcerer and paladin.

The druid fell first, getting tripped and stumbling into a mass of people. The bard tried to help them.

“Just leave me!”

“No way!”

“I'm already lost! You still have a chance!”

The bard pulled the druid into a kiss. The druid relented immediately, pulling the bard into a deeper kiss. “When?” the druid asked through heavy breaths.

“Since the beginning, obviously.”

The paladin and sorcerer glanced at the two as they ran past. “I knew it!” the paladin said. They smiled at the sorcerer. “Let’s kill that asshole so they can go on a proper date.”

The sorcerer nodded.

The paladin stopped running, their expression vague. The sorcerer frowned, but kept running. They crashed against the door as the rogue was picking the lock.

“Hurry.”

“What do you think I’m doing!?”

“They’re coming for us.”

The rogue glanced back and saw the paladin charging. “Oh, fuck!” The rogue looked back at the door and the last lock prong ticked free. They pulled the door and the two slipped through, locking it just before they heard a heavy thud of the paladin.

“Fucking hells,” the rogue whispered.

“On a bright note, the other two finally got together.”

“All it took was some dark magic to make them confess.”

The sorcerer chuckled. “Should we continue? Kick that guy’s ass and then rub it in their faces?”

The rogue nodded.

--

The paladin had removed part of their armor before they’d been surrounded by others who kissed and finished stripping. Several were on their knees and waiting for the rest of the clothes to come off. The paladin had no idea what to do, they’d been celibate for their cause and now, everything felt wonderful and earth shattering.

The paladin was led back into the crowd of two hundred people, all heaped together and naked. They went willingly, the last of their clothes tossed to the side. They didn’t know who was kissing them and who was fucking them, but they wanted to be there forever.

--

The bard and druid had stripped their clothes themselves, tending to each other before others joined in, encouraging the two. They disappeared into the bodies, but they never separated, focusing on each other more than the rest who sucked and fucked them. Once or twice others tried to pry them apart and it was met with spells repelling them. They liked the attention from others, but loved their newfound passion for each other better.