#fantasy nsft

[rs-hawk]

Chubby Orc Boyfriend who is so so loving and gentle when you’re not having sex. He loves braiding your hair, singing songs in his native language that you don’t know, but it makes you smile anyway. His hands, rough and calloused from years of war and hard labor turn to butter when he runs them over your body. He never misses an opportunity to show you how much he loves you.

But the second he’s inside you, he’s like a wild animal. Slamming into you without abandon, your human hole stretched obscenely around his massive cock. His fingers toying with your nipples until tears are streaming down your face. Your body is always littered with bruises from where he grips your waist too tightly, love bites and long, angry red welts form where his tusks scratch against your skin.

When he’s done, he collapses on top of you. His chubby stomach pressed against you and strong arms wrap around you, cradling you against him. He’d be back to murmuring how much he loves you, what a good spouse you are for always taking him so well.

[dripflower]

Taking a dip in a pond and some nymphs breach the water just to dote on you. Giving massages and cooing and telling you how pretty you look. Their touches are so soft and sweet, especially once they start playing with your chest and slipping their fingers between your legs.

Do they have ulterior motives? Probably. But you can't stop cumming your brains out enough to think too hard about it.

[queerhornygremlin]

Imagine walking through a woods when you notice a mysterious sign:

“Remove your clothes and begin to run to have a magical time”

You hesitate at first, wondering what it could mean, but eventually your internal need to obey takes over and you begin to slip off your clothes before looking to see if anyone is watching then begin to run

Crunch. Snap. Pounding footsteps.

Something or someone is chasing you.

You feel the fear rising inside you as you frantically try to find a path to safety. You begin to ask yourself “what on earth is chasing me?” and “why did I follow that sign?”

The footsteps grow louder and faster. As their pace quickens, your heart races. Whatever it is; it’s getting closer

Suddenly you feel a force behind you pushing you to the floor. You flip yourself onto your back to view your captor and notice two things: the mischievous glint in its eyes and the throbbing knotted cock between its furry legs.

Your mind frantically races filled with questions that you’d never contemplated before. “Werewolves are a myth,right?” “Why am I both terrified of and turned on by this creature” “what does it want with me?”

It begins to growl as its paws press against your arms, holding you in place. You are unable to move and escape your captor. Not that you want to escape anyway…

Before you even have time to wonder what will happen, the creature thrusts its massive cock into your hole. You are overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness and your feel your brain begin to switch off and accept your fate

The creature seems pleased with its prey, your hole is the perfect place for it to relieve itself from the horniness overwhelming it while it’s in heat.

Grunt. Pant. Growl

You feel it’s hot breath on your face as it continues to use you. Screaming in pleasure rather than fear and pain as your hole swallows the knot of its throbbing cock

Suddenly it’s rough thrusts begin to speed up, it’s breathing quickens and it’s growls grow fiercer. It bites down on your neck and you feel it’s cock pulsing inside you followed by a warm feeling of its cum filling your ruined hole

Pulling out of you, you hear a pop as its knot escapes your hole and you are left feeling empty and confused yet still aroused.

The mysterious creature runs off and disappears further into the woods. You lay there trying to catch your breath while it’s cum drips out of you leaving you in cum soaked heap on the floor

[rs-hawk]

Dragon pinning you down by the throat with their claws and using you as a flesh light. Chuckling at your mewling and whimpering. Telling you how sure they are that you can take more when you cry out it’s too much. Praising and degrading you for each orgasm that shakes your little human form. “That’s my perfect slutty toy. My gorgeous and pathetic human. You’re such a good hole for me.” Pulling out to cover your torso and lower body in cum as a sign of dominance because you do and always will belong to them.

[dripflower]

The Dryad's Pet 🌿🌺

Dryad who's tangled you up in her vines after you tried to flee her forest. She thinks you're so adorable and fragile, unable to defend yourself- she can protect you, take care of you. She demands that you stay, it's for your own good after all.

She pulls you into the air and pries apart your legs, a thick haze entering the air as flowers open up all around you- releasing sickly sweet spores that coat your lungs.

Drool fills your mouth as your protests begin to fade. A warm softness filling your head, making all those swarming pesky thoughts disappear as your mouth hangs open and your tongue lolls out.

It's pathetic how easy you let go, you wanted this- it's why you went into her forest... To see if the rumors were true- to see if she really was as scary as the locals all said. But she's nothing like that, she's so sweet and kind- she's already taking care of you so well as you finally stop squirming!

You're staring forward, but you don't see anything but her as she pushes a phallic shaped vine into your mouth and down your throat, she begins pumping, and you being eagerly sucking, the nectar only ruining you further.

Somehow that thought gets you dripping. Eagerly you moan and press your hips forward, begging for attention. She can only laugh, her sweet hums filling your ears. She was right, you really are unable to defend yourself.

Greedily you keep sucking, dancing your tongue around her appendage as more vines snake around you, tearing apart your garments without you even bothering to look. There's no point, she's only doing what's best for you. You don't need those anymore.

She spreads your lips apart with those delectable tendrils, displaying your pussy to the entire forest as tendrils play with your clit, and large mushrooms grow out from beneath the dirt, sprouting like cocks, their heads dripping with excitement. She slides you onto one, it's so large, stretching your needy hole as you cry out. It pulses, and you clench, a disheveled grin stretching across your lips. Another wriggles it's way in, then another, then another. You'd never normally be able to take this much as she begins bouncing you up and down, still dangling in the air as her cocks fuck you- but that doesn't matter- she'll make you take it- she knows you can do it- after all you're such a good pet for her.

The vine in your mouth pulls away, caressing your face as you whine for it's return. It ascends into the canopy as a giant hibiscus flower- almost vaginal in appearance, lowers itself below your face, pressing forward before the petals wrap around your entire head. You suckle and lick, eager as sweetness begins filling your mouth. You're starting to fade, your eyes fluttering close and the scent invades your nostrils and takes your air. It's suffocating, but you take it anyway. You're such a good little thing for your dryad, pleasing her even when your body is starting to give out.

You feel that pressure build, pulling you over the edge as she feverishly strokes your swelling clit. You're chasing your orgasm now, begging for it as you see it just in the horizon.

"A favor for a favor." She teases, the entire forest suddenly falling still as you're left hanging, gasping and crying- so sensitive, so desperate. "If you really want this pleasure..." She begins, bringing her flower to grind against your face again, forcing you to lap her up. "Stay." She demands.

You don't even think, just mindlessly following orders. Your begs ring out through the woods, you truly have no shame. She laughs again, and her mushroom cocks ram into your needy cunt. You scream, wailing like a slut in heat as she rips your orgasm out of you, every orifice stuffed and used as she overwhelms you in greenery, her many appendages bursting with thick honey-like cum. Brush then wraps around you in an instant.

Hotter than a thousand suns, softer than the finest of cottons, more painful than brambles and bee stings, but finer than any high you've ever had- it's all too much and not enough all at the same time. You're cocooned by vines and leaves- and all of a sudden the forest is silent again. She has you now, and she'll never let you go.

She knew you were in need of a good home, such a foolish little thing, and she's so glad she can give it to you now. Welcome home.

[boybun]

mourning the fact that i’m not a cute slutty elf boy today. i mean can u imagine getting to wear a skimpy little silk outfit all the time. walking into the forest to go meet big scary monsters who will stretch me out and bounce me on their huge cocks whenever i get bored. i’d be a proud elf but i’d have crazy sensitive pointy ears that would make me whine and beg and come undone from the slightest touch or kiss or nibble. and sacred jewel piercings adorning my nipples and cute lil cock and jfkdkkfg

oh to be an elf 💖

[gauntlyt]

assembly, help! my best friend was turned into a sentient sword by a hag 🥺 we accidentally trampled her bog garden while we were having a mud fight and she cursed her right there. she can still sort of communicate with me through hazy visions she implants in my head when I'm wielding her but they're difficult to decipher. we're on sentinel duty on the curtain wall together in a few hours and I have no idea what I'm going to do. has this happened to any of you before?

[paladinc-nt]

paladin on his knees for his patron deity, taking them into his mouth like a good follower

[rs-hawk]

Dragon Queen wearing you as a cock sleeve as she negotiates a treaty with the village who gave you up. You having to tell her to be kind to your people because they were scared of her and you were willing to give up your life for the people you love as her cock throbs and pulses inside of you. Her huffing and ultimately doing what you say because she might say you’re just a toy but she’s actually obsessed with you.

[dripflower]

An Encounter with a Mushroom Lord 🍄

Imagine walking through an autumnal forest, taking in the relaxing fallen leaves when all of a sudden you step on a mushroom. As you look down you realize you're halfway in a mushroom circle. You step forward to leave, but the mycelium beneath your shoes wraps around them and holds you tight, as something crawls out from the center of the ring.

A male presenting mushroom lord who's face is covered by fungal clusters where all you can see is his mouth rises from the earth. He's tall, regal, and nude aside from a cape of fallen leaves. Looking over you, he's just inches away from your face. He's well hung, his thick mushroom cock the size of your forearm, twitching as it hardens.

Your mycelium binds force you onto your knees, wrapping around every inch of your skin and forcing all of your movements. Your lips wrap around his throbbing heat and you're bobbing your head in seconds, savoring the musk and sweetness. Though he makes no expression, and says not a single word. You can tell he's testing you- maybe ever breaking you in, as you take in all of his length.

You gag, tears streaming down your face- but not in protest. Hungrily you suck, letting him use your pretty face as the clothes around your loins begin to feel too tight. Too restrictive. Too hot. You grind at nothing, your eyes glazing over as he continues to fuck your mouth. You pray he'll give your own heat some attention soon, as your throat is suddenly filled with sticky sweetness. Load after load he unleashes, nearly drowning you as your senses are overwhelmed. You drink him, swallowing all of his seed.

He does not shudder, or even appear fazed as he releases himself from your lips, slapping his cock against your face. Your hot breath beats against him as you gasp for air, and you finally see a smile curve upon his lips. Your binds then begin to pull, dragging you beneath the leaves and soil. Though you are not afraid, you can hear the mushrooms' soothing whispers. You passed the test, and your usefulness does not end here. He's taking you with him, into the land of the fae, where the real fun begins...

[monstergirlboy]

sorcerer whose deity only lets them use their magical powers after being humiliated. slutty spellcasting garb, tattoos of the deity's symbol in compromising locations, rituals involving masturbation with spellcasting tools, vows of debauchery

[gauntlyt]

lmao so I'm up on the king's scaffold and the executioner leans in just before he raises the axe to take my head off and whispers that he's always had a crush on me and thinks it's a shame he'll only get to hack up such a pretty neck once. but the joke's on him cause I'm wearing a resurrection amulet and I can't seem to stop getting caught corrupting the nuns in the local convent, so I'll definitely be back

[rs-hawk]

Nobleman Minotaur

Part One

You started seeing Minotaur more around the palace. Your father invited him to sit in on his diplomatic meetings, resulting in him wandering the halls of your new home quite often. One day, after a very excruciating day of lessons on how to be a "proper Lady", you bumped into him. Literally.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," was your immediate response, even before you saw who it was. "Oh," you repeated, your face flushing. "Hello."

"Hello, Princess," he grunted. Something about the way that he said your title, a title that until now you hated, made your heart flutter.

"You don't have to call me that," you giggled, shyly looking away from him. "I should be calling you Prince Minotaur, really. You stepping aside to just a Duke is hardly fair to you."

There was a heavy silence in the air for a moment, causing you to look back at him. He looked so uncomfortable. You had no idea why, but it made guilt bubble up from your stomach. After another moment, he bowed, his horns nearly catching your dress with how close he was to you.

"My apologies for having to rush out so fast. It was lovely to see you, Princess."

With that, he's gone. Rushing past you to get out of the hallway. Your heart fell. The little crush you had on him felt so one sided that you thought he might never look at you again. Of course, that was completely wrong.

Poor Minotaur could hardly contain himself that close to you. His animal instincts were screaming at him to claim you. To make you his. All he wanted was to rip off your dress and breed your pretty, fat Princess cunt until your body gave out. He ran his hands over his face, tugging at his horns in annoyance. He had to get a hand on his self control.

This "self control" of his mainly resulted in him avoiding you at all costs. Yes, he was forced to interact with you a few times, but almost never alone. Your father kept trying to get you two to interact more, much to Minotaur's frustration. Couldn't the man understand that he was trying to respect him, and his kindness, by not mounting you every time he saw you?

By the time your official debut comes, a huge party thrown in your honor, his self control was hanging on by a thread. Seeing you all dolled up, your chubby tummy stuffed into a form fitting dress that showed off all your perfect curves, when you were announced was so mouth watering he had to excuse himself.

He hid in the day room that was right next to the ballroom, trying to catch his breath. There was no denying it though. He had to relieve himself or he'd never be able to get back to the party. The long chiton he wore would make it too obvious how hard his cock was if he didn't do something. Pulling the long sheet of silk to the side, he braced himself against the daybed. His large hand curled around his throbbing and aching cock, pumping himself slowly.

He moaned your name, quickening his pace until he came to the thought of you presenting yourself to him, begging him to breed you. After he cleaned up, he was able to rejoin the festivities. He even chatted with you, but still didn't want to get too close. When you asked him for a dance, he refused. You stuck your outer lip out slightly, looking dejected.

"It's my party, Minotaur," you said with such emotion that he sighed.

"Okay Princess. Come here," he parted his arms for you to come into.

As the two of you danced, you were oblivious to how hard his cock was. How close he was to dragging you to that day room. All you could think of was maybe he did like you too, and you wondered if your father would approve if you told him how much you liked Minotaur.

[dripflower]

Thinking about eating out a delicious fae, their cunt a literal flower opening up for me, petals sprawling and beckoning me to tongue the stigma and taste their sweet nectar ❤️

[transbian-mailbomber]

this bet was too easy you had thought, just drink one potion. you trusted the witch you made the bet with, being a regular at her shop, she had always been sly but her potions were magnificent! ‘i bet a thousand gold you couldn’t just drink one’ she had said, and you foolishly accepted. not even considering the aftermath of losing…

now you were downing your third. your head felt woozy but your whole body tingled slightly, everything felt more sensitive, but it felt so good… the witch cackles beside you, placing her hand firmly on your thigh. shivers shoot up your spine and you can immediately feel your body getting hot. she pulls you to the backroom, and you manage to glimpse the label of a similar looking potion:

Overstim Potion HIGHLY POTENT

the witch shoves you on a bed, quickly undressing herself as you begin to catch up on what’s happening. but it’s too late, you’re already caught in her trap, plus you’re soaking your panties with pre-cum, what’s the worst that could happen?

she rips off your clothes and flips you on your stomach, pressing the tip of her magical cock against your ass. you moan and squirm, you want her cock, you need it in you right now! your body seems to beg for it. she pushes it in, your legs shake as you orgasm immediately, a wicked smile stretches across the witch’s face. without hesitation she yanks your hair back and starts fucking you senseless, you cum again, and again, you can’t stop cumming actually. a wet spot forms under you as you soak the bed in your fluids. but it doesn’t matter to her, in fact she enjoys watching as tears begin rolling down your cheeks from the pain of being forced to cum over and over, and she loves the blank expression on your face as drool pools beside your mouth. your body is on fire, the pleasure overrunning any other emotion as the witch uses you as her personal fucktoy. she buries her dick in your useless hole, filling you with cum, and then continuing to ruthlessly fuck you. soon everything starts fading in and out, and it all turns into a blur, you vaguely remember her pulling out and finishing on your limp, twitching body, looking at you as if you were just a piece of art she had just cultivated in a matter of minutes. another useless toy to be used. and you loved it, maybe being her fucktoy wasn’t so bad after all. maybe, you could stay… just a little longer…