#arireynes

[arireynes]

Thinking about working at a monsterfucker brothel, and a Minotaur comes through for a night. Since it's his first time. we'd draw straws to see who'd get to serve him, and I'd be giddy with excitement when I win. I'd take him his drinks, smiling at him, and he'd watch me with dark eyes when I told him I'd serve him personally all night.

He'd ask me to sit with him while he drank, and his big hands would trail over me, lazily wandering, and my breath would hitch as his fingers settled between my legs as he spreads me open for him. He'd tell me he'd need lots of time to prepare me for him, that he wanted me to sit right here all night, taking his fingers till he was ready.

And I'd do it, gasping and pleading for more as he kept his slow, steady pace, stretching me open on his thick fingers, taking slow sips from his glass, uncaring when other people passed by and noticed. When he slides his fingers from me, grinning at my whine, we'd make our way to the rooms, and he'd lay me out on the bed. He'd spend so much time between my legs, holding me open and making me so sensitive I'm trembling. Then he'd slowly work me down on his cock, filling me, making me gasp and arch till he can't push any deeper.

The night would be so good, and he'd fuck me so everyone could hear how he makes me feel, my cries loud, and he'd laugh and fuck me harder. After, he'd lay with me, large hands massaging me slowly, and he'd tell me he wants me every time he comes by.

And I'd have no desire to argue against it.

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Thinking about being apart of a fearless pirate crew that finds all the creatures roaming the seas, and strikes deals, which, for the most part, they agree on, so long as they get what they want as well.

The sirens ask to tie us up, and sing and sing, watching us write and plead to get closer. They enjoy seeing us desperate and bound, craving them so. They'll work us to the edge, making us finish with cries before they reward us with our treasure.

The seamonster that picks us off the ship, rips our clothes with it's thick tentacles, and fucks us in the air. They never make it hurt too badly though, and they always make sure to do it where everyone else can see. They let us cross their waters after, sinking back under with promises of the same for our return trip.

The merfolk, who fuck us on the beach, half in the water. They laugh as we try to grip onto something, holding us in place easily, keeping us pinned as they get off. They'll grant us access to their home after, filling our lungs with magic with a kiss.

the selkies that coax us close, then change to their human form on our ship, joining our parties for the night. They take one of us to bed, but fuck us on the deck, as close to the water as possible, enjoying the way we gasp at being caught or seen.

And of course we have each other. Maybe we're a crew made up of different creatures. Perhaps the captain's an Incubus, and the reason we seem to lure the neediest of monsters to our ship.

But all of the crew love it, and we're eager to find out what's next.

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Thinking about being a royal's loyal guard. I'll do anything they ask of me, and I'm so eager to obey them that when they ask me to start staying in their room at night, I'd do it without question.

But I wouldn't know they slept in a loose, silky, practically see-through robe. Or that they shifted so much in their sleep that the blanket uncovered them, leaving them bathed in moonlight. I wouldn't have known that they had dirty dreams, or that they gasped and arched in their sleep.

They'd thank me each morning with a smile, and I'd nod and not mention how needy seeing them that way got me. It would go on for days, then weeks before I finally worked up the nerve to do anything.

One night, I'd let my hand slip down, eyes on my pretty royal. I'd listen to their sweet sounds, and let myself get off on it, till I'm gasping my way to a silent release.

And, of course, that night would be the first time they wake up. They'd catch me rushing to compose myself, and scold me for getting off watching them. I tower over them, but I'm embarrassed as they get up off the bed to ask me what I like about watching them? Was it seeing their skin on display? Or the pretty noises they make? Was I imagining having them beneath me?

They'd laugh when I'd confirm yes to all of those. They'd tell me that only in my dreams would they let me fuck them. They can't be sore the next morning, now can they? But they have an alternate situation, if I wanted.

And I wouldn't be able to disagree.

So I'd find myself laid out on their bed, stripped of my armor and weapons, my lovely royal between my legs, smirking down at me. They'd tease me for getting overpowered so easily, saying that I'm so much stronger, but I'll be good and obey because that's all I can do, right? I'm their knight, and they know I'll listen to them.

And I'd be so desperate, and beg them to have their way with me. Tell them that I'll take it because I'll do everything I can to give them what they want. They'd praise me, and tell me that I'm such a good knight for them, and that they may need to keep me if I'll be so well behaved.

And that's how I would become the royal's favorite knight by day, and their toy to use at night.

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Thinking about being an adventurer in a fantasy world. Mapping out all the places I've been, keeping track of all the creatures I've met. But some wonder why I've returned to several spots so many times.

It could be the Werewolf den hidden in the forest. I stumbled upon it by accident the first time, needing protection while being chased. Now they'll gladly help me, getting rid of whoever I need them to, so long as I spend a night with them. They'd tie my up, and everyone would get a turn using me, fucking me till I can't think, can't do anything more than beg for more. After, they'd spoil me, showering me in gifts and food.

Maybe it's the home of the Vampire. He lives alone for the most part, but is always delighted when I come visit. He treats me to a great meal, then invites me to join him in his room after we eat. He promises me gifts if he can bite me, and I let him, gladly. He spreads his legs for me after, gasping as I fuck him, letting him lick the blood off my neck when he's good.

Or maybe it's huge graveyard haunted by the Ghosts that have unfinished business. When I visit, asking for information, they'll tell me anything I wish. But after, they'll take me in a mausoleum, or bend me over a gravestones and solidify enough to fuck me till I'm screaming. Some suspect that the screams are from tortured souls, but I know better.

Maybe it's the island that belongs to the Seamonster who lives deep in the ocean. I hitch a ride on a pirate ship to get there, speaking to the monster, agreeing to trade my body for treasure. They let me choose what I want, and swear I'll have it once they've had their fill. They wrap me up in their thick tentacles, and fuck me in the air, with my face buried in the sand, or half in the water. Once they're satisfied, I bid them farewell and leave with my treasure.

Or it's the collection of Demons I come across in the fiery underworld. They all tower over me, thick horns, and spiked tails, and they always keep their word. I'll ask for something, and they'll say of course, if they can have me for the night. My favorite, she'll take me to bed, and kiss me all over, her lips intoxicating. When I'm needy and begging, she'll push my legs apart and let me grip her horns as she fucks me, making so everyone near can her my cries of pleasure.

Maybe it's one of the Angels that have been sent down to watch over someone. They're so pure and sweet, but there's always one I can coax to follow me to bed. Promising that it's okay, that they're only indulging in simple pleasures. That they don't have to fuck me if they don't want to, they can just watch me. But they never hold on long, and grab hold of me, finishing the job themselves, and they always fuck me so nicely. They tell me it can't happen again, and I agree, but leave knowing it will.

Maybe it's the den of the Dragon, where I go for gold when I need it, and sometimes when I don't. They can take a human form, but keep their sharp teeth, claws, and horns. Rough hands dragging down my body, pinning me against the wall, as they make me beg for the money. They'll fuck me where I can see what I want, press their claws to my throat, tell me that if I make it good for them, they'll give me anything I want.

Every creature would know of me, and I would have made a deal with most. Everywhere I'd go, there would always be someone for me to do.

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Thinking about getting fucked by a ghost, but they're going to go nice and slow, knowing I can't do a thing when I can't even see them.

They'd pin me against the wall, hold my hips in place, slip their fingers between my legs. They'd finger me open, spreading me for something I can't even see, something I have no idea the size of, but can't wait to have.

Thinking about them pulling me to the closest surface, and bending me over it to fuck me. And I'd take it so well, so eager and willing, but as soon as they're done, I'm filled up by someone else.

I'd realize then, that we weren't alone. And when I've got someone else's fingers are pushed into me next, I know that there's a lot more.

And I wouldn't know what to expect, but I'd be eager and willing for more.

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Thinking about being the best knight in the kingdom, able to handle any monster I find, but no one knows it's because I know what they really want.

The dragon, for example. The plan was to save a princess and go, but the dragon was just so alluring, bargaining her freedom for my use, just for a little bit, and I agreed without question. As soon as she was safe, I'd be shoved to the floor, my armor stripped off, legs spread open for the dragon. They'd be so eager to have someone to fuck and use that I would stay much longer than our agreed date, but that would only mean I ensure they won't hurt with anyone else--except me of course.

Or a great beast that has captured a prince, and I go to slay him, but he's got the prince gasping and sunk on his cock, and coaxes me to join, so he can fuck us both through the night. In the morning we decide he'll return the prince as long as we both promise to return and visit and let him have us. And we couldn't possibly disagree.

The demon disturbing the peace in the kingdom just wants a little attention, and when I go to talk to him, he easily convinces me to spread my legs in exchange for his obedience. There's just no way I could say no to that, and in return, he leaves the people alone, and instead I find him somehow in my bedroom often, waiting to have me as he wants.

I'd get rewarded time and time again, but the real reward is that I can go anywhere to be satisfied and I'd find some monster that will give me what I need. And I'd be just fine with that.

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Thinking about being an explorer in a fantasy world. Searching low and high and deep for all kinds of creatures.

Maybe I'll travel deep in the forest to search for a certain plant, and come across a group of Dryads that are so sweet and pretty, I can't help but let them fuck me in the grass in exchange for passage through the forest. Spread out between them, fingers pressing into me, the trees and plants stretching to help keep me pinned till they're satisfied.

Maybe on that path, I'd also come across the home of Faeries, clever, beautiful creatures that easily convince me to admit I want them to take me to bed. Not that they'd need tricks, when each and everyone of them is stunning in their own ways. They'd turn my mind fuzzy with their clever words and fuck me till I truly can't think, before sending me off with a promise for more anytime.

Or coming across the rocky caves the giants live in. Agreeing to entertain them so long as they help me through the mountains. But I'd underestimate what entertaining would imply, and I'd find myself getting used by them one after the other. They're far too big to even try to fit in me, but just one finger fills me up so nicely, and that's more than enough for me to be satisfied and for them to enjoy.

Or the group of satyrs playing music in a field. They'd coax me close, smiling and kissing me, guiding me between them, running their hands over me as I gasp and tremble. They'd fuck me long and soft, taking turns as others play sweet music, and they'd help guide my way to where I need to be.

I would be sure to take the path again--as often as I can, really. I would forget what it was I was trying to find, distracted--I'd only want to be fucked again, touched by them again, and they would never say no to someone so willing and eager.

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Day 31: Monster Fucker Halloween Party

Thinking about arriving to a friend's Halloween party, and everyone's dressed up and having fun. I'm dressed as a succubus, a fake tail and horns on with my sluttiest outfit. At midnight something happens, and suddenly everyone is what they dressed up as, and something about what we've been drinking is making us all very horny.

One of my friends is dressed like Ursula, and the tentacles surrounding their legs as suddenly real, stretching and reaching for me. They'd pull me close with their hands, kissing me deeply as their tentacles coil around me, spreading my legs and finding me wet and ready. They'd fuck me like that, uncaring that everyone is watching, spreading me for them, flipping me around at one point to let everyone get a good view of them fucking me.

Another friend would approach, one that has changed into a naga--muscled and huge, and with two thick cocks that I want desperately to fill me up. The tentacles would slide out, instead spreading my legs to let the naga press close, body hot as they push inside me--push both cocks inside and it feels so good. They'd fuck me steadily, wrapping my tail--now very real--around their fist, making me moan and arch as I finish with a cry, and the next person replaces them.

My friend that dressed as a vampire would come up next, flashing a grin with sharp fangs as they buried their face between my thighs, licking and sucking and--their bite on my thigh is euphoric, and I'd arch up, crying out as they laugh, pushing their fingers into me to get me off, gasping as their fingers playing at my horns sends heat through me, moaning as they bury their face in my neck, to bite me as I beg for more.

Another friend that had dressed as a Minotaur approaches, and I'd be spreading my legs as soon as I see their huge cock. They'd fuck me hard, keeping my legs held open, kissing me roughly, and I'd take it so well, every thrust making me beg for more. They'd pull me from the tentacle friend to push me onto the couch and pound into me, making me cry out, now certainly everyone's center of attention.

The next would be my friend that had dressed as a centaur, now towering over me, positioning themselves to fuck me nice and slow, and I'd take it, moaning and begging, my body trembling, mind fuzzy already, and I'd want so much more.

The night would be filled with more and more sex and I wouldn't get tired, no, the lust filling the space would urge me on. When we all change back, we wouldn't stop, they'd still pass me around till no one can go anymore. We'd all be looking forward to next Halloween, and we'd already be thinking up costumes for what we want to be next.

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Thinking about being an employee at a hidden away brothel for monsters to come and drink and relax and enjoy the service. A place where, if they pay nicely enough, they can enjoy the service even more in a back room. And of course, I'd have favorites. The ones that whenever they come in, I can't help but get excited.

Maybe one night it's a pack of werewolves, close to a full moon, making them needy and sensitive to every little thing, especially to the scent of arousal floating around the building. They wouldn't be disrespectful, and I would be more than willing for their advances, flirting shamelessly as I brought their food and drinks.

When they hand me a big pouch of coins, I'd know exactly what it would mean. I'd give them a smile and accept, tell them I'll book them a room for the night.

Less than an hour later, I'd be getting fucked into a bed, my face pushed into the lap of one, one of them behind me, and the others surrounding, hands greedy and wanting to touch, desperately. They'd switch spots so seamlessly, I would have no idea how many times I've been fucked, couldn't keep track of who was going next.

I'd have to take some time off after that, having been filled and fucked till they had me stretched around their knots. But I'd be eager for whoever I saw next.

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Thinking about monster aphrodisiacs, specifically from a werewolf.

A werewolf's bite sending overwhelming heat all the way through you, filling you with pleasure and need till you're begging them to take you and fuck you the way you both need.

They'd be more than happy to, of course, pinning you down on the nearest surface to spread you open and fuck you full, over and over, till they can't keep going.

But that bite only makes your pleasure ramp up, and you're pulling them back for more before they can back away, telling them it's their bite that did this, they have to take responsibility and fuck you as long as you need.

You won't be satisfied till they've fucked you till you can't move and can't think of anything but them and how they feel inside you. They'd tell you they're more than happy to fuck you like this any time you want, bite or not.

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Thinking about being the monster. There's so much about getting fucked by one, but what if I was the werewolf hiding deep in the woods waiting for someone that smells so sweet I can't help but bend over when they beg for me?

Or a vampire, sinking my fangs into someone's neck, feeling them write and arch beneath me. Pushing my fingers into them while they're already dizzy with pleasure from the bite, loving the way we both crave more.

Or a deep sea witch, with thick, long tentacles. I rarely surface, but I find someone just so delectable, luring them with my magic, and I can't help by wrap them up and have them there, bent over for me and desperate.

Or I'm the ghost, supposed to be just an apparition, but seeing them wandering around my home looking so pretty means I just have to touch, and one touch turns into two, and two turns into me spreading their legs in every room of the house, knowing and loving that they'd never expect what's next.

Or a demon, summoned to do your bidding, but I can't help but trick you into saying what you really want, and that's for me to pin you down and have my way with you, isn't that right? Of course, I'd just have to obey.

Being the monster could be so much fun, too.

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Day 17: Alien

Thinking about being being abducted by aliens. They've never seen a human before, and they are so very interested in me, poking and prodding, and soon they discover that it's quite easy to get me to react--angry at first, then surprised when they push fingers into my hair and pull, when they push my legs apart, their research pinpointing when my reactions are suddenly very different.

They'd quickly find that I'm sensitive, and much more eager, that I'll gasp and rock against them when they push between my legs, but I'll stop fighting when they touch me where I want it. That spurs on lots of research to see just what makes me react that way, to see how many times they can make me cum, how much I can take.

I'd soon spend my days being filled with pleasure day and night, used as their toy, as their test subject. When they ask if they can have some of them test my limits hands on I'd be so eager to agree. I'd take everything they give me, the aliens with multiple cocks, the ones with long, wicked tongues, the ones that can please me with the sensations of their fingers inside me.

I'd be so happy to be of use to them, and I'd never dream of leaving. Why would I when they give me everything I could need and more?

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Day 18: Orc

Thinking about being royalty, and being married off to the orc kingdom to prevent a war. I wouldn't mind, and I'd know they're not as modest as we are about things, and it would make me more excited for our wedding night. I would think they would take me to bed, but they'd guide me to their throne room, and sit me on a matching throne to theirs, and I'd watch as their subjects fill the room, all with the similar green skin and tusks and horns, all so much bigger than I am.

When they coax me to their lap, I'd obediently straddle their huge thighs, gazing up at them, and they'd smile sweetly, then rip my silky clothes from my body. I'd gasp, and try to cover myself, but they'd give me no time to recover, their thick fingers slide between my legs to work me open. I can feel their big cock against me now, but when I hear the cheers and voices I'd remember we have an audience.

But it wouldn't dissuade me, no, I'd be rocking against my new partner, desperate for them to be inside me. They'd laugh, and sink me on their cock, and let everyone watch their new ruler get fucked senseless, but would make sure my new crown stays on my head throughout. Knowing I'm being watched would make it so much better, make me arch and cry out as I grip their horns and ride them, putting on a show.

My new subjects would love me, and make sure to be in attendance every time my partner decides to put me on display.

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Day 22: Slime monster

Thinking about being a scientist studying a slime monster created in the lab, or found outside of it. We can't figure out anything to do to make it excited or interested, and every test we've tried to take never works because it clearly doesn't want us near it.

But one day, maybe I was feeling more turned on than usual, and when I go in to see the monster, it's actually alert. None of us would understand why until it leaps at me, baring me down to the ground as it works my pants to my knees, and eagerly dives between my legs. It can sense my pleasure, and I'd gasp and writhe, wanting to call for help, but it feels so good. Especially when it can reach so deep, making me moan and arch into it.

When we're finally separated, it would be decided that we'd let it happen again, just so we can get some more research while it was busy filling me up. I'd have no problem, and would be more than happy for the hazard pay and the constant pleasure as it bends me over, or spreads me out, working itself deep inside me, always so eager and ready.

Our research would improve after that, and I wouldn't have any problems with the way we get results.

[arireynes]

Thinking about lazy fucking. Someone fingering without real intent on getting you off, curling their fingers just for the feel of it, enjoying how you clenching around them, working you to the edge, but so slow and soft.

Or having them spread your legs, and eat you out for hours. Or maybe they just want their hand around your cock because they love seeing how your thighs tremble after too long.

Maybe they want to be on your lap, rocking their hips absently, liking the friction, not thinking about how worked up you may get. Or feeling you inside them while they talk about something.

Random kisses, deep kisses where they pull you close and slide their hands over you, just because they love the feel of your lips so, so much.

Just not being invested at the moment, but still wanting to touch because it does something even if it's not making them desperate.

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Day 2: Ghosts

Thinking about being a ghost hunter, and going into an abandoned house alone, with my equipment and my camera, ready to catch some kind of paranormal activity. I'd feel strange as soon as I walked in, but I'd shake it off, and keep going, slowly searching through the house for any signs of ghosts.

Little would I know, I had been followed all around. They saw every time I bent over to examine something, the way my breath hitched when they casually brushed against me. They'd have a feeling I'd want them just as badly, especially when I let out a breathy sigh when they tested out how far they could go, touching me more and more.

I wouldn't understand, but when I'm cornered, confused, I'd still be ready to film, to capture my proof. Until they take the camera from me, and flip it so it recorded me. I'd gasp as invisible, chilling hands slid over my hips, pinning me in place, taking what they know I want.

Getting fucked by a ghost--by several, in enough time--was the perfect proof, but you couldn't possibly show anyone the footage of you getting fucked in the air, moaning around something that doesn't seem to be there. You'll just have to return, and try to get more proof.

And if you have to go keep going back because the same thing happens every time? Well, it can't be helped.