#increase my breast cup size

[beatrixstonehill2]

"I'm ready for my injections," Holly told her boyfriend, Ryan.

"Good, you're becoming so obedient. I told you you'd come around eventually. You almost look eager."

Holly blushed, feeling the weight of her breasts hanging off her chest, already about twenty-five pounds each. Fifty whole pounds of pure breast. It felt absurd to her, so wrong, and yet inescapable. It was her new reality. "I'm excited to see them grow for you....."

"That's a good girl," he said, inserting IV needles into her breasts at various points.

Holly winced as her boyfriend injected her breasts with over a gallon of saline each. She remembered when she first met Ryan barely a year ago. He was so charming, they met at the gym and were both very passionate about being fit and healthy. She worked as a gymnastics instructor. Now she couldn't imagine trying to work her old job. The mothers would be horrified at such a huge-breasted cow of a woman trying to teach their daughters.

Soon into their relationship, Ryan mentioned having a big tit fetish. She thought nothing of it, what guy doesn't? Before long, she noticed her breasts were getting bigger and started lactating. He fessed up that he was drugging her water bottles, and apologized, but said he wanted her EE-Cup breasts much bigger. She was angry but as her girlfriend was still excited to please him and get bigger for him, despite not wanting large breasts.

Her breasts got bigger and bigger, impeding her ability to do gymnastics. Women began recommending she get a reduction or chop them off outright. Holly had to reluctantly admit her boyfriend was making her grow them out like this. His fetish consumed her life, made her lose her job, getting so bad she found herself becoming a living embodiment of his kinks. No longer Holly at all, just an object he acted on and molded into his perfect toy.

She gasped as the gallons of saline flooded her breasts, his new favorite means of torturing her. When they were done, her breasts ballooned to double their size, red and swollen, round and very taut like fake tits. He took out the needles and placed heart-shaped bandages over them to help keep her tits from springing leaks. This new way of increasing her breast size would ensure once the saline is absorbed her breasts would stretch, getting saggier, longer, emptier. Instead of being beautiful and full from the breast growth drugs, like a woman who's pumped out a dozen or so kids, her breasts would switch between extremely saggy, floppy and empty, and enormously round and heavy, filled to the point of popping with saline, heavy as two water coolers strapped to her chest.

Holly winced as Ryan tightened her leather straps and added the rest of her corrective harness, which looked a bit like bdsm gear, to help keep her back upright, pushing out her giant saline-filled boulder tits. Ryan smiled, smacking Holly's breasts, which made her recoil in pain. "It feels incredible when I hit them, doesn't it?"

Holly nodded, barely able to catch her breath. "Y-Yes.... Smack them all you want. They're yours."

"Good girl, but they're about to be all of Lower Manhattan's. I want you bringing in lots of money tonight, OK? Smile a lot, eagerly service any man, even the homeless ones or violent looking ones. I can't have you saying no to any clients. Don't worry, I'm taking my anti-STD pills every day so I won't contract all the bugs you're collecting. Oh, and if you don't mind, I want you whoring on the corner by your old dance studio, hopefully some of the moms and other women you worked with might get to see your new occupation. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Holly was blushing beat red. "B-But....."

"None of that. You don't have 'no' in your vocabulary. Now off you go!" he said, smacking one of her breasts again.

"OK.... I won't disappoint you."

"Good, otherwise I might have to paddle all that saline out of your tits when you get home"

Holly yelped as he spanked her, sending her out wearing only her harness and nothing else, to go enjoy her new occupation as a whore with giant saline-filled breasts. Which she slowly started to feel was exactly who she was always meant to be.

[fannyspammy]

Tell Me More

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam gets hard for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, nothing too too graphic (yet, hehe), still very steamy tho, mostly just dry humping & fantasizing

A/N: Two parts posted in one day??? Who is she??? Here’s the third part to the Firsts series! Wanted to get the next part out to you all asap because you’ve all been so supportive & I’m shocked at how much attention my posts have been getting lately 🥺🫶 If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a stand-alone tho!)

[not my gif]

Since their first kiss, Adam couldn’t stop kissing y/n. He’d kiss her at every available moment — greeting her hello, after each compliment, with every please & thank you, waiting to cross a busy intersection… not that y/n was complaining. She loved kissing her golden boy too, & he was good at it.

A couple weeks later, Adam & y/n were in the middle of their most intense make out session yet. It began while they were sitting on the couch, listening to music. They sat side-by-side, but their bodies faced each other hands grasping at whatever they could — hair, face, & neck.

Craving for more of him, y/n lifted herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They were a mess of touch and tongue.

Y/n could feel his bulge beneath her in this new position — still soft, but large enough for her to feel it pressed against her clothed core. She moaned at the feel of it, picturing herself lowering onto it, being stretched out by its size.

Y/n was growing increasingly aroused by her fantasy, supported by Adam sucking relentlessly on her neck, and soon her core was craving attention. Seeking friction she began to grind herself against the god beneath her, slowly but firmly dragging herself against his grey sweatpants. The feel of him pressed against her clothed core provoked a sinful moan from her, and Adam sucked harder on her sweet spot. She quickened her pace, stroking her soaking self against him fervently.

Then Adam stiffened as he, well, stiffened. Not fully, but enough for her to notice.

“Mm, baby, don’t stop,” y/n panted, never ceasing the eager roll of her hips.

“It’s… supposed to do that, right?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Okay, I just- it felt good, I just wasn’t sure.”

Y/n slowed her thrusts.

“Wait, you’ve never been hard before?”

“No.. This is the first time we’ve been this intense, so I’ve never felt… like this.”

Y/n smirked. “Well, let me help you.” She lifted her shirt over her head & tossed it onto the floor. Adam’s eyes widened at the sight of her in her bra.

“Mm, you like that?” she asked, although the hardening length beneath her gave away the answer.

Adam caressed her bare waist as he returned his attention to her neck, this time matching the movement of his hips with hers.

The growing friction left both of them moaning loudly, and Adam pulled y/n’s hair for better access. Throwing her head back in pleasure, she gripped Adam’s strong shoulders to steady herself as she quickened her pace.

“Mm, wanna know what I’m picturing right now?”

“What?” He asked, lips never leaving her skin.

“I’m picturing us naked, with you inside me.”

Adam pulled away from her neck to look at her, pupils dilated, before meeting her in a rough kiss. His hands squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bra, and he sucked vigourously on her tongue.

Sucking the skin beneath her jaw, Adam gripped her waist firmly with one hand, rolling her left nipple in between the fingers of his other.

“Tell me more.”

Y/n gently pushed his head down to direct him toward her breasts. Receiving her message, Adam freed her right breast from its cup and latched onto it, swirling a tongue against the hardened nipple. He increased the intensity of his thrusts & y/n cried out in pleasure before continuing.

“You’re- mm!- taking me however you want, wherever you want- oh, yes- and your- ah!- cock is making me feel s-so good- mmm, yes!- as it moves in and out of me.”

Adam pulled her back by the hair to look at her, and his eyes studied her features — the glisten on sweat on her forehead, the redness of her cheeks and swollen lips, the way her face contorted in bliss.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said, his golden features glistening softly in the dim light. He thrust his hard member hard against her, and watched her mouth part as she moaned.

“Adam, I-I’m close,” she said, her thrusts becoming more frantic.

Kissing her neck once again he mumbled against her skin. “Mm, close to what, baby?”

“C-close to- mmm- close to my climax.”

Climax, that’s what he was feeling himself building to! He felt it growing the more his hard cock rubbed against y/n through their clothes, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Now it made sense.

“I think I am too,” he said, quickening his pace. She followed. After a couple more heated minutes y/n came, crying his name as he sucked her tit & continued grinding her through her climax. The sight of her trembling in his lap was enough to bring him over the edge too, and the next thing Adam knew there was a stream of cum soaking his sweats.

Panting heavily, they began to wind down from their highs. Adam placed tender kisses across her collarbone and jaw, making his way back to her lips. He kissed her sweetly and rested his forehead against hers.

Y/n smiled with a small chuckle.

“That was… wow.”

Adam met her smile with his own, placing another quick kiss on her lips. Looking down at the wet spot on his crotch he laughed lightly.

“I think I need to change my pants.”

[bladefi]

let them hear !

gepard landau x fem!reader ! MINORS DNI

notes ; semi public-sex, slight ooc, gepard is a tease, captain kink, pet names (pretty girl, naughty girl, angel, darling, my love, etc LMAO), slight choking

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" you're so cute when you're flustered, " he says in a soft, low voice, his eyes fixated on your lips as he slowly leans in, his breath tickling your face.

gulping as your body relaxed in his arms, your hands slowly made its way to rest on his chest, eyes closing as the sweet, sweet captain of yours leaned in to press a soft, passionate kiss, teasingly biting your bottom lip which gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue in once you had gasped in response.

" c-captain— " you say in between kisses, your ragged breathing making it difficult to even form words. once he pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting from your lips, you simply avoided his gaze, looking around the office of the restaurant.

he chuckles at your reaction, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. " your lips are the sweetest. " his hand moved up to cup your cheek for a moment, leaning his forehead against yours. a faint blush on his cheeks were visible, as he let his lust get to the best of him.

" g-gepard… w-wait! they'll h-hear us…! " a light whimper escapes your mouth, grabbing the hand that had moved up to cup your breast, squeezing it lightly. the blonde simply chuckles, kissing your cheek in response.

" let them hear, my love. " he smiles, his face trailing down to your neck, softly nibbling on your collarbone until he had left soft trails of kisses down to her chest, sliding his hand up to get a better feel. although, the glove he had on was not helping.

you felt so, so vulnerable, rubbing your legs together as it felt so warm under. " c-captain… please… "

his face couldn't help but to turn into a soft and smug smile, seeing his effect on your defenses. he chuckled a little bit and spoke with a soft tone, before whispering to her lips,

" how i love it when you call me that. "

kissing your throat for a moment, you hastily took off his gloves, feeling his soft palm on your skin, making you slightly shiver from the contact.

" i can't… hah… t-take it anymore… " you sigh, your hand caressing his cheek as he looked at you with such admiration. " please, captain… need you 's bad… "

he lets out a soft breath, carefully taking off your top, revealing you in nothing but your bra. " shit… " he groans, burying his face on the crook of your neck as he embraced your scent. he sighed in satisfaction. " my pretty girl, "

you immediately took off his bottoms, revealing his pretty cock, leaking in pre-cum. your breath hitched at the sight, softly moaning as you felt his hard member on your hand.

" fuck, " he moaned lowly. " you're really asking for it, aren't you? naughty girl… " he lifted one of your legs up, hand trailing under your skirt before pushing your panties to the side, feeling your wet slick against his finger. " so wet for me. "

" mhm.. put it in already, please ? " you begged, pushing your hips back to feel the tip of his cock brush against your twitching clit. " m-my captain, need you 's bad… "

gepard lets out a quiet moan as he slowly pushed in, the grip on your hips tightening. " g-god… so tight for me… "

" h-hah… captain… " after what felt like forever, gepard was now fully inside you, whispering soft praises as he kissed your ear, lettimg you grow accustomed to his size.

" don't cover your pretty mouth, darling. " he says, pulling your hand away from your lips, as he started to thrust himself out, leaving only an inch of his cock inside. " want to hear your pretty moans… " then immediately slamming himself back.

" ge— gepard! " you moaned out, trying to keep quiet as possible, his thrusts at a minimal until he had started to increase his pace.

" that’s it, that's my good little angel… " he choked out his words, his other hand letting go of your leg as it trailed up to wrap around your throat, the cold metal making you shiver.

" 'm gonna cum… " he moaned, a little bit loudly, which caused you to slightly panic and look at the door. " want me to fill you up? yeah, you'd like that? " he grunted, slamming onto you as fast as he could, feeling his cock twitch inside your cunt.

" a-ah— captain…! " you moaned, feeling him shoot a load of hot and sticky white goo inside your womb, filling you up completely until there wasn't anymore to give.

" good girl, " he whispers softly, kissing your forehead lovingly before slowly pulling out and held your ass up for him to watch some of his seed leak out of your hole.

he proudly caressed your hair, staring at his mess of a creation. " maybe we should've been a little bit more louder. "

" gepard! "

[dxvxx]

It's Exit Exam day and i'm exhausted.

The wannabe overdue acrobat in my belly kicking me for all his worth isn't helping either. I waddle out of my bathroom naked and dripping wet, not bothering with a towel, even the biggest ones stopped covering my body after the second trimester.

I rub my bump as i check my phone and send William a text reassuring him that i'm fine before i open my closet and rifle through it.

I gave up on wearing my maternity jeans a month ago, so i bypass those and pick out a pale beige sundress.

Grabbing it, i shuffle to the mirror to try to see if it would even fit me. Looking at me, you'd think i'm carrying twins with how big my bump had gotten.

I hear the faint sound of my apartment unlocking and smile when, soon after, my boyfriend strides into my bedroom, looking edible in his black slacks and black button-down shirt.

I rub my thighs, looking at his rolled up sleeves and veiny tattooed forearms.

"Babe," it comes out as a whine as i look up at him. Up, because William is a 6'5 "muscled giant of a man while i'm 5'3 and petite, or at least, i used to be petite. "I told you i'm okay." I murmur but lean back against him greedily as he hugs my naked body from behind. He lifts up the weight of my heavy belly off my hips, just the way i like, and i can't help the moan of relief that escapes. "Mmm.."

"Couldn't help myself," he rumbles, dragging his nose up my neck, right to one of my sensitive spots, breathing in my shampoo. I tilt my neck, giving him more access, letting out another soft moan as i feel myself get wet.

I rub the top of my bump just enjoying being near him, but i have to ask..."No- mhmm- one saw you, right?" Even though i know he's always careful.

William is a professor at my college. We met 2 years ago when i was in a class of his and we have been dating on the downlow ever since.

While i'm no longer a student of his, it's still frowned upon and could lead to serious trouble so we're keeping it quiet until i graduate next month.

That's why he moved me out of the dorms and is renting me an off-campus apartment near his house. Something he keeps grumbling about because 'you're not close enough.' I'm pretty sure if i let him have his way, we'd already have been married by now.

He doesn't respond as he trails kisses up and down my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving me breathless and squirming "Wiiiilll" i whine.

My libido has been in overdrive ever since i got pregnant at the end of summer and had increased even more in my last trimester. The barest of touches or even friction from my clothes has me panting like a bitch in heat.

Something William takes great delight in.

"Have i told you how gorgeous you are so full and heavy with my son?" He growls while leaving hickeys on my neck. He tells me every day. William has always been possessive and overprotective, but he had doubled down ever since i started showing.

He cups my bare pussy murmuring out a rough "mine" in my ear. I'm so wet i drip a bit on his hand as i look in the mirror.

It's a sight.

My belly heavy and round, with the skin a bit pink, overstretched and taut with William's tattooed arms wrapped around it.

My heavy breasts that have doubled in size are aching with my rosy nipples pebbled, begging to be touched.

William's hardened length is nestled against my naked ass cheeks.

It's all too much.

My hips roll trying to get something, anything, but he just cups it, giving me a warning squeeze i ignore. "Don't tease mmhm meeee." i half moan half whine. That earns me a slap on my pussy. The sting shoots up straight to my needy clit and i whimper "ooh fuckk."

Two of his thick fingers tease my entrance before he thrusts them home, using his thumb to rub my clit in slow agonizing lazy circles that have me bucking against his hand desperate for more but he keeps his fingers still.

I know what he's doing, punishing me for refusing to stay home this past week, when i officially reached my due date and passed it.

I get more desperate, rolling my hips harder, trying and failing to get him moving, to give me anything. He smirks in my neck, proud of himself, and i'm close to losing it, delirious with lust and need.

"William Ivan Carmichael, I swear to- Ooomph.." He takes out his dripping fingers and stuffs them into my mouth, effectively shutting up my threat.

Fine, two can play at this game, damn it.

I suck his fingers in, swirling my tongue around them like i do with his dick humming as i lick my juices off his skin. He thrusts them deeper down my throat, lazily pumping them before he pulls out and whirls me around. The movement makes my bump jiggle before he claims my mouth in a hungry kiss.

I'm panting and aching by the time he releases me. I don't have time to process or protest as he lets me go, slaps my ass, picks up the discarded dress off the floor, and flings it at me.

He adjusts himself in his pants and says in a rough voice, "Get dressed, you don't want to be late. I'll see you in the Exam hall."

And he... leaves. Just like that.

The Bastard.

I glare weakly after him and collapse on my bed then immediately regret it and moan "ooohh" At the feel of my sheets creating friction against my aching cunt.

I rub my bump restlessly and nibble my bottom lip. I could give myself an orgasm, could even use the toys in our expansive collection, but...it's not enough, it never is. Nothing comes even close to him, to his skilled, pierced dick and his wicked filthy mouth.

"Your daddy is gonna be the death of me" i whisper to our son before i heave myself up and off the bed with a soft grunt.

William doesn't get it. I want to finish my BSN nursing degree. I don't want and will not drop out or delay my diploma another year. That's just a waste of time and money.

I open my underwear drawer and pull out a lacy black set, then think for a bit and return the bra only pulling on the thong. Anything against my nipples right now will be torturous.

I sigh as i pull on the dress next and wince at how it looks in the mirror then try to make it less tantalizing. It used to fit me and reach just before my knees but with my bump...it barely reaches my thighs not to mention how much cleavage it's showing.

But...fuck it. I'm too horny and too pregnant and too tired to care much anymore.

I stuff my swollen feet in a pair of ballerina flats, fluff up my blonde hair a bit then grab my bag and keys. Making my way out of the door, i stop and rub my belly. It feels really uncomfortable today, hotter and tighter than it has all week.

With a sigh, i keep walking, although much slower, and lock the door before i start going down the stairs.

It doesn't matter. I just have to get through the three hours Exam while trying to ignore the urge to jump William right on top of the desk he's gonna be monitoring us from.

Then we'll come back here and i'll demand he fucks me six ways to Sunday then he'll punish me, in panty melting ways for using that tone with him then...

My horny thoughts stopped abruptly, and i let out a startled gasp, widening my legs. I rub both sides of my bump as the baby drops lower, applying pressure on my lower belly and my already aching pussy.

Well, Fuck.

(This is part 1. Let me know if you're interested in part 2, maybe 3.)

[knubbfeedeesspace]

Imagine this:

You and I start to date and eventually move together, we're having fun, eating out and going partying, as well as having nights home with pizza and a bottle of wine.

One morning, you watch me get up and get dressed for going to work, and you notice something peculiar. My once pretty flat stomach had developed into a round pot belly, you could even see it peek out a bit from under my t shirt, my jeans also looked tighter, "did he always have pants that tight?", you think to yourself.

Clearly, you've been blind to how much food not only I, but you yourself have consumed.

Sitting up in bed and looking down on your own body, you see that your once toned stomach has gotten a few gooey rolls, your small perky tits were larger and ever so slightly sagged downwards. Your thighs have gotten bigger and your thigh gap is just a memory now.

"Well, it's just a bit of relationsship weight for both of us, it will go away once we settle down"

Boy how wrong you were.

Settling down didn't mean less food, in fact, the dinner dates out at restaurants increased, as well as another thing: At home gourmet cooking.

Handmade big hamburgers fried in tallow, at home chicago deep dish pizza, stews that used copious amounts of butter and cream.

Needless to say, but both our clothes kept 'shrinking'.

The months passed by until the same but different scene appeared a morning.

You looked on me whilst I got up from bed and dressed in my clothes to get to work, what was once a round pot belly, had only increased outward and downward, now covering almost the entire belt buckle, which was on its' outest notch. It hung out from under t-shirt, and gently wobbled as I took steps out of the bedroom. My chest size had also increased, now with a solid pair of moobs.

Doing the same procedure as last time, you look down on yourself, your breasts which sagged only a tiny bit months ago, now layed drooped on each side of your large flabby gut, many cup sizes bigger than before. The gut covered your gentialia, as well as partially hided your large thunder thighs who had now developed, they started to pooch a bit above your somewhat hidden kneecaps, the same way your now pillowy upper arms have pooched ever so slightly over your elbows. Standing up and walking towards the mirror, you could feel your soft body jiggling and quivering as the momentum of your walk made all the new fat shake. Looking at yourself in the mirror, it was hard to recognize the fit and toned girl you were once before. Even your face was hard to recognize, as were once there were defined cheekbones, there were now poofy cheeks with a succulent double chin hanging from underneath it, were there once was nothing.

Your brain was in top gear, thinking about things to do to reverse this, to go back to that sporty girl, and for me to go back to a normal built.

But you kept coming up with the same answer.

"Eeh, I don't really need to do it, we both still love each other".

It was not only that, but you loved this life in fact, to eat food with your boyfriend, and just laze about all day, this was basically what you wanted to do with your life, even if you before lied to yourself that you wanted to be fit or sporty, you wanted to be a lazy pig, and have a lazy pig boyfriend.

"Meh, whatever happens happens" you told yourself and went back to bed.

This, was the final nail in the coffin for your, as well as mine, thin selves.

The food portions, which were already almost ridiculous, only got larger, as well as the food stuffs only getting greasier, with creamy and sweeter desserts.

Getting fastfood delivered, which in the beginning of the relationship was a once a month occurence, now happened thrice a day, and each order was meant for 6 people, this was on top of the greasy, sloppy food we already made for us in a day.

Buying larger clothes was now a weekly occurence, I started working from home, which did not help to burn all the tens of thousands of calories consumed between the 2 of us.

Weeks turned to months, months turned the years, some procedure every day.

Now looking upon us two, it would be a suprise for people we ever were thin.

You sat in the sofa and scanned my body as I sat in my extra wide, heavy load computer chair, working at my desk, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, as regular clothing as become too hot to wear during the days.

My gut had expanded outward, sideways and downward, not only resting on top of the computer chairs armrest, but also resting on the seat between my thighs, atleast the part that didn't hang down from the front of the seat a few inches. My thighs had gotten treetrunk like and had developed rolls on the inner, but that was always obscured by the large belly that I carried. My moobs, which were once just large, was now permantly rested on top of my belly, even when standing, splayed and flattened by their own weight.

Well, you weren't much better yourself.

Your breasts were now huge melons, hanging down on each side of your belly, to right around were your navel once was. Your navel, now hidden by rolls, was located somewhere between your knees and your genitalia, not that one could see any of them, your genitals were by your belly apron, and your knees were hidden by the roll over of your cellulite ridden thunder thighs. They rolled and obscured your kneecaps the same way your ankles rolled and obscured your chubby feet, your toes even had rolls on them.

Your fat lower legs wasn't the only thing that obscured parts of your body, your elbows were kept away from the light by inches of upper arms fat drooping over, the same way your big fat slab for a chin covered your neck.

Not that non of our bodies have seen any light other than that from the television and the computer, non of us had been outside for months, usually taking sub 100 steps a day, just waddling from the bed to our places, you on the couch and me on that computer chair, only I taking a few steps more to get the deliveries of groceries and takeaway by the door, which was a chore. None of us could even get up without getting winded, back pain, knee pain and feet pain, so our days consisted mostly of eating, whilst I worked for a bit during the day, roughly 6 hours of sleep, and 18 hours of eating.

You gazed a bit on your naked, neared immobile body slumped on the couch, and then looked upon me, your near immobile boyfriend seated in a computer chair, and could only feel one feeling:

Contentdness

[venusxstars]

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄 ⸻ nsfw.

nagi seishiro x fem!reader

nagi just thinks that you feel so good. nothing else other than that matters.

keynotes ⸻ reader with implied sagging breasts. implied body insecurities. breast fondling / sucking. fingering. penetration.

venus’ note ⸻ boobs of all different shapes and sizes are beautiful. no one can fight me on this one.

YOUR BREATH COMES OUT SHARP and ragged as you feel Nagi’s soft lips connect lazily against your neck, tongue running in small and slow circles on the skin before he gently nips on it. Your place on his lap was a constant thing, after all, Nagi wasn’t one to put effort into hovering himself on top of you whilst going through the trouble of balancing himself with his two elbows. He voiced out his concerns repeatedly the last time you both tried before settling back to your usual positions—you sitting snug on his lap as he sits comfortably on the couch with his broad back leaning against the soft rest.

You squeal as he suddenly lifts up your shirt and you instinctively move back, pulling your shirt back down. It was an irrational concern, truly, to hold such insecurities over breasts that functioned normally. But you didn’t like the way the weighed down above your abdomen whenever you’d sit down nor could you seem to get used to the image of them without your bra lifting them up more ‘attractively’.

See, lookism has become more prevalent along the recent years with the constant increase of the usage of social media that wordlessly promoted unattainable beauty standards. Everyone had their own certain charm to themselves, but with every comment thoughtlessly uttered, apparently certain groups of people had a surplus amount of it. And that only fed onto the irrational thoughts on your mind.

“What’s the matter?” Your boyfriend furrows his brows in genuine confusion. His hand moved down to clutch onto the edge of your shirt, frowning a little at the way you pulled them down.

You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly, looking away. “Can I keep my shirt on?”

He tilts his head, dark and round eyes gazing into yours quizzically. He speaks bluntly. “Why? … I mean, it’s your choice, but I wanna touch ‘em.”

You chuckle at the way the words roll out of his mouth with a certain lack of care and genuine confusion, and perhaps, that nearly enough to convince you out of your irrational thoughts completely. You cup his large hand that was still holding onto the shirt you were wearing before explaining softly. “It’s a weird reason, but I just don’t like the way they look.”

He nods in agreement at your first statement, looking down at your clothed breasts shamelessly, muttering. “It is a weird reason. Dunno, but they look fine to me. Besides… don’t really care, just wanna touch ‘em…”

He dips his head down onto the crook of your neck once again, breathing in your natural scent before kissing your skin lazily again. He mumbles quietly against your neck, slowly snaking his large hands up to grope your clothed breasts. He squeezes them gently before running his thumbs down onto your nipples that were poking against the shirt.

You breathe out shakily, holding onto his bare shoulders as he plays with your tits mindlessly. You see the way he subtly pulls back a little, head dipped down to stare intently at the way his own large hands were fondling with your soft breasts—the weight on his palm nearly satisfying him, along with the way the fabric of your shirt forms creases every time he squeezed.

“Come on… let me see ‘em, please…” His hands move a bit more roughly and you gasp at the movements. “S'not enough…”

This time, you don’t stop him when he lifts his shirt up completely above your head and throws it onto the floor. You don’t know what he’s thinking as he stares down at your tits wordlessly for a few seconds, dark eyes pinned on it without moving away for a single second. Finally, he snaps out of his stupor with a soft whine when you smack the back of his head lightly.

“Seishiro…” You begin to grumble. “What are you—”

You gasp when he suddenly dips his head down, lifting your breasts up a little with his hands, before sucking on the tips of your puffy nipples. You shudder, unconsciously tightening your legs around his waist as you pull yourself closer to him.

He groans quietly against your breast, looking up at your contorted expressions. “Looks fine to me, baby… so pretty, even. Feels good in my hands and mouth… Wonder how good my cock would feel between your tits…”

He presses his lips all over the surface of your chest—soft moans tumbling out of his own lips as if his own ministrations were pleasurable for himself—alternating between each of your breast. He sucks on the skin, leaving soft red marks in its wake, and soon, your breasts is painted with a harmony of colors like a simple abstract painting of the picturesque lust.

Your bodies are both hot, and you can feel the wetness seeping out of your pussy through your thin panties, leaving a patch on your boyfriend’s gray sweatpants. He pauses his ministrations to dip his hand down against your heat, cupping your clothed pussy completely.

“Ah, fuck… it’s so wet, baby” He mumbles, cheeks and ears dusted a light shade of rosy red. “Got some on my pants. Let’s take ‘em off…”

You lift your hips up as he pulls your underwear down and throwing them onto the floor before making a move to take off his own sweatpants. Soon, you’re both bare for each other to see and admire. You rub the side of your arm a bit shyly at the exposure especially with the bright fluorescent lights of the living room glaring down over your figures. It shows every single part of yourselves—every crevice and color marking your skin.

Nagi slowly reaches up to touch the back of your neck and push you forward to capture his lips with yours. It’s soft and gentle, just like how kisses between the two of you were always shared—exploring every part of each other through tongues slowly slipping in.

You pull away breathlessly. “Want more, Sei…”

“Me too…” He mumbles, immediately moving his fingers down against your pussy again. He rubs slow circles with his middle and ring finger around your wet clit, keeping his eyes trained on your face to watch your expression contort, presenting varying feelings of the pleasure he was providing you. He feels the wetness on the pads of his fingers, pressing them a little more against the area before slowly easing a finger in. His cock hardens, pressing against his lower abdomen as he hears your drawn-out moan dragging out of your parted lips.

“Got me so hard with those sounds, baby… let me hear some more…” He groans out softly, pumping his middle finger inside your pussy, searching for your g-spot. He moves in a little deeper, touching the bundle of nerves inside of you and rubbing it a little with the pad of his finger. He watches you jolt on top of him before deciding to do the same movement twice. Next, he pulls his finger back slowly, experimentally bumping the pad of his finger against the spot.

You were in cloud nine at his seemingly mindless and entertained movements, feeling every part of his finger with your walls clamping down on it tightly. Warmth spreads around under your belly and you can feel it building up with each passing second. You whine when he pulls his finger out again, watching him pump his cock slowly with his head thrown back against the back rest of the couch.

“W-Wait just a second, baby…” He gasps a little, pumping his cock that was oozing with pre-cum. It drips down on the length of his cock and he sighs before aligning the tip against your entrance. “Hurts so much— wanna be inside you so bad…”

He pushes his cock in and you both simultaneously let out a moan. It was thick inside of you and you can feel every single crevice and vein with your gummy walls clamping down on it as he slowly helps you ease down on his cock. His long fingers were digging down against your hips, pulling you down breathlessly until he’s completely sheathed inside of you.

You both take a short pause as you accommodate his length inside of you.

“You okay?” He asks a little breathlessly, chest rising and falling deeply. You can see him grind his teeth a little.

You nod after a while before slowly lifting your hips up again and dropping it with the same pace down on his cock. You furrow your brows, biting your lip at the pleasure that seemed to swarm throughout your lower body.

“H-Help…” You request as your thighs burned slightly at the continuous movements you were making. Obediently, he places his hands onto your ass, helping you lift and drop your hips against his.

“F-Fuck, s’good, baby…” He moans, watching the way you repeatedly bouncing on his dick. He lifts his gaze up and groans this time at the way your tits bounced along with the movements of your whole body. He moves his head forward, burying his face between the valley of your breasts, loving how the warmth engulfed his skin comfortingly. “Love your tits so much…”

He lifts and drops your hips a little faster, digging his fingers down on your ass more that it seemed to be leaving marks behind. His clouded mind and pleasure-filled body taking control of the pace each time he feels your soft yet tight walls squeeze and pulse around him deliciously.

“S-Sei!” You gasp, bouncing on his cock harder and following along with his wordless command.

“H-Huh? F-Fuck… yes, baby?” He bites his bottom lip hard, leaving it swollen and pink before he starts babbling between your bouncing chest. “Love having you fuck yourself on my dick like this… Wanna see you cum around my— c-cock, shiiit…”

He throws his head back, forcibly picking up the pace as he lifts and drops your hips on his cock before he then begins to meet your movements by thrusting his own hips up. The sound of skin-slapping fills the area along with the breathy moans leaving both of your lips.

“S’too fast, S-Sei— a-ah!” You gasp, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back.

“Looks so f-fucked out, baby—” He groans out, thrusting his hips up faster and deeper inside of you as you meet his hips—the impact leaving your clit hard and aching as it slaps against his skin, sending waves of sharp delicious heat up and around your core.

“G-Gonna… gonna cum!” You moan, digging your nails against his shoulder as you suddenly twitch, pussy pulsing and walls clamping down hard around his cock. Your mind blanks when you reach your climax and you shudder as your boyfriend continues to move.

“S-Shit, got so tight… W-Wanna cum too—“ He buries his cock deep one last time before it twitches, then pulling out to shoot his milky white cum on your breasts. “H-Haah—”

You both pant loudly at the exertion then you drop your head down against his shoulder, laying against him limply and tiredly. You can hear his heart beat even with your ears up from where you were and you were certain that he could hear yours too.

“Thanks, Sei” You blurt out quietly.

“For what?” His words come out a little breathlessly.

“For everything”

You can feel him tilt his head and you chuckle when you hear him utter his response cluelessly.

“Don’t really know why you’re thanking me, but… no problem, I guess…”

[alkali1]

Belly attendant

With the use of magic, your society had long ago relegated most childbearing duties to priests and priestesses of the various local fertility deities. Dedicated surrogates were able to carry vast numbers of children of all different fantasy races and gestation times, staying permanently pregnant and periodically birthing children in batches.

Your role in the temple is a vital one: you serve as the personal attendant to the temple's second highest ranking surrogate priestess, the beautiful elven woman Naia Springblossom. You're never away from her for longer than it takes to fetch her food or other objects, and spend most of your time in contact with her vast, active belly. You take care of all of the needs that the helplessly pregnant wood elf is unable to handle on her own, which is almost all of them.

You and your priestess are traveling back to your home temple from a meeting with the Archbishop. The immobile elf travels long distances in a plush palanquin, borne by magically animated golems. You're squeezed in with her, buried between the pile of soft pillows and the warm, heaving expanse of her womb. As Naia gets some rest, you snuggle and kiss the brown, lotion-scented orb, feeling the babies of all different shapes and sizes moving and kicking, jostling for space in her tightly-packed belly.

Feeling a wetness on your shoulder, you realize that the breast you're resting your head on has begun to leak. Each of her bosoms is the size of a blue-ribbon dairy cow's udder, and just as productive. The several gallons that she lactates per day are pumped and stored within the temple so they can be distributed to families to feed their newborns.

The uncomfortable fullness in her vast bosom and the sensation of wetness on her silken robe awakens Naia from her nap. As she rubs her eyes and yawns you greet her with kisses to the top of her belly. "Mmmmff... why did you let me sleep so long? My tits feel like overstuffed wineskins." she playfully complains. "You'd be even crankier if I woke you before you were ready" I reply, sitting up to pull the pump attachments down from the small chamber's ceiling. The palanquin quakes as she struggles to adjust her mountainous bulk, trying to situate herself comfortably in the pillow-lined box.

You suction the pumps onto her nipples and gently squeeze her to help get the milk flowing. She moans in relief, squeezing and rubbing her fat thighs together as her sensitive teats are suctioned and fondled. You massage her full breasts from the base, making sure she doesn't suffer from any clogged ducts. You can feel the movement in her belly intensifying, her brood responding to the stimulation with increased activity. Knowing exactly how much she craves intimate attention while being milked, you lean forward, squishing yourself into her sweaty cleavage to bring your head in range to plant a kiss on her plump, brown lips. She immediately grabs the back of your head and pulls you in close, parting your lips with her tongue. Pressed tightly against her belly, you know she can feel your rock-hard cock poking into her maternal swell.

The two of you passionately kiss and grope each other until the flow of milk from her enveloping udders starts to subside. You extricate yourself from the sweat-soaked cavern of her cleavage and pop the milking cups off her heavy udders. You take her fat nipple into your mouth and indulge in a taste of her sweet, rich milk. Lightly teasing her nipple with your teeth makes her gasp and moan. Staring at you with needy eyes, she beckons you over to her other side. You awkwardly climb around the immense bulk of her fertile swell and squeeze between her wide, ample butt and the chamber wall. She moans as you squeeze her always-sore shoulders, pressing and wiggling her fat hips against you. "Please..." she softly whimpers, and you know exactly what she's craving. Naia, having spent years bloated to utter helplessness with her surrogate brood, can't even come close to reaching her sensitively swollen pussy with her fat ass and turgid womb in the way. One of your most sacred duties is to keep her pleasured and satisifed, though you both sometimes enjoy teasing her, letting her squeeze a pillow between her legs while she begs and begs for you to satisfy the all-consuming ache in her dripping cunt.

"What does my poor, swollen broodmother need?" I tease.

"I need you," she whines, "Please, you know how I feel when I'm about to go into labor. "

You snake your hand down between her fat thighs, cupping and lightly squeezing her plump pussy mound. Your teasing makes her whimper and press hard against you, squishing your lower torso and hips against the wall and making your hard bulge press deeper into her soft cushion of a butt. You slip two fingers inside her dripping opening, varying your movements in and out of her while slowly increasing the tempo. When you can tell she's starting to get lost in the throes of pleasure you switch to pressing against her swollen clit, making circles around the sensitive nub with your fingers, then rubbing back and forth forcefully, eliciting stabs of pleasure that make her let out wordless vocalizations of bliss.

You feel that she's getting close, and ramp up the speed and pressure in preparation for putting her over the edge. "Cum for me, honey. My huge, perfect broodmother. Let all that pressure out." Her bucking hips smother you against the wall and her cunt soaks your arm with her cum as she cries out in pleasure.

You both relax in the afterglow, spooned together with your hand resting on her writhing womb. You never get tired of feeling the contrast between the light flutters of her smaller passengers and the thumping, uncomfortable kicks from the largest of her surrogate children, including an ogre, minotaur triplets, and a severely overdue centaur calf. Your bliss is interrupted as Naia is suddenly overcome with a massive contraction, making the whole palanquin seem to quake as her overfilled womb stretches and shifts.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you were about to go into labor. Please try to hold them in until we get home."

"Ooohh, I'm, *huff*, not quite at that point yet. We have some time until I start actively dilating. But send a message ahead to the temple, have them prepare the birthing pool." You spend the remainder of the ride snuggled together, Naia breathing through her strong, irregular contractions while you comfort her.

[average-transfem-robotgirl]

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[ms-demeanor]

Huh. Realized I made a soup from leftovers that would make a pretty decent beginner soup.

Leftover Turkey Pot Pie Soup

The goal of this soup is to be (relatively) quick and easy to prepare and to make use out of leftover poultry. It relies pretty heavily on pre-made ingredients (though you can make those ingredients yourself if you want to)

Ingredients:

Pre-cooked turkey or chicken (one large turkey breast, two medium chicken breasts). You can use leftovers, a grocery store rotisserie chicken, or, optionally, uncooked frozen chicken breasts or thighs. The poultry should not be breaded and the skin should be removed; if you are using uncooked frozen poultry you may want to taste more carefully and make sure to season sufficiently.

64oz poultry or vegetable stock (I used the stock I made out of turkey carcasses and my stock bags of kitchen trimmings from the freezer, but store bought is fine) (if you do not want to or cannot use stock, you can also just use water but you will likely have to add more spices and I would recommend adding one extra carrot and one extra onion)

3tbsp Cooking oil (can be olive oil or canola oil or butter - use what you've got handy and what tastes good to you, you don't have to buy something special for this)

1 cup of frozen peas

2 large carrots coarsely chopped

2 large onions coarsely chopped

3 tbsp cooking starch (most people use corn starch, I use potato starch because of food allergies. Any neutrally flavored starch is fine, but do not use flour).

1/2 cup milk/half and half/cream (you can use a combination or just one of these, it depends on what's in your kitchen and what taste you prefer)

Poultry seasoning (pre-made mix; alternately you can add sage, rosemary, and marjoram to taste. I added poultry seasoning then added extra sage and rosemary)

Salt

Black pepper

Paprika

Garlic powder

3 Bay Leaves

1tsp dried Parsley

Tools:

4-6 quart stock pot with a close-fitting lid

Chef's knife (for chopping vegetables and poultry)

Cutting board

Large cooking spoon

Small bowl

Fork or small whisk

Before you cook:

Read the entire recipe and check that you have all the tools and ingredients listed in your kitchen and ready for use.

Prep your kitchen - make sure there's room in the trash can, that the sink is clear of dishes, and that there is a burner on the stove clear for your pot. Designate a space close to the stove as your working area and set your cutting board there so you can easily transfer from your cutting board to the pot.

Gather your ingredients - make sure that you've got all the tools and ingredients listed. If you want to, you can take the time to measure out everything at this stage and have it ready to go in the pot.

Prep your ingredients - wash and chop your carrots, peel and chop your onions. Remove the skin from your poultry (if frozen, set the poultry aside, you will do something slightly different) and chop into bite-sized pieces.

Cooking Instructions:

Turn the heat on your stove to medium and warm the oil up in the bottom of the pan. Once it is shimmering and flowing easily, add the chopped carrots and onions to the pan.

Add a small amount of each of your seasonings to the pot - no more than half a teaspoon of each at this stage - and stir them in with the vegetables.

Stirring continuously, heat the vegetables and spices until the onions are softened and translucent.

If you are using pre-cooked poultry, add it to the pot and stir it in with the vegetables and spices (if you are using raw frozen poultry, don't add it to the pot yet). Add in the frozen peas at this point.

Add your broth or stock to the pot and stir, using your spoon to scrape the bottom of the pot to make sure nothing is sticking to the bottom. Add the bay leaves to your pot. Increase the heat to high and watch the pot until it comes to a boil.

If you are using raw frozen poultry, NOW add the frozen meat (whole breasts or thighs still frozen) to the pot and bring to a boil. For raw frozen poultry ONLY keep the pot covered at a boil for thirty minutes, watching to make sure it doesn't boil over. Once the poultry has cooked for thirty minutes, use your spoon to remove the pieces from the pot and set them on your cutting board, then cut them into bite-sized pieces. Instructions are the same regardless of what meat you're using after this step.

Once the previous steps are finished, reduce the heat to a low simmer and cover the pot. Let simmer for half an hour.

Taste the soup and add spices and seasonings as needed. You will probably want to add more salt first, half a teaspoon at a time. Add in your salt then stir and simmer for five minutes before tasting again. Repeat as needed, adding spices in small amounts to adjust the flavor as you go.

Once the flavor is close to right, mix the milk and the starch in a small bowl, whisking thoroughly to ensure that there are no lumps. Gradually add the starch slurry to the soup a few tablespoons at a time. Stir between increments, checking for thickness. When the soup is at the desired thickness (should be quite thick, like what you would find inside of a pot pie) taste test the soup and adjust spices as needed.

Add parsley and do a final taste test, simmer for five minutes before serving.

If you want, you can let the soup cool and fill a pre-made pie crust with it (top and bottom crust, making sure to leave holes for venting) then bake in a 400 degree Fahrenheit oven for 40 minutes or until the crust is golden brown.

For the slurry, I like to use 2:1 liquid to starch when mixing an use half and half for the slurry but add a couple of tablespoons of heavy cream after the soup has started to thicken; this is totally optional and if you just go based on what's in the recipe you should be fine.

How to make homemade stock, if you want to:

as you cook over the course of several weeks, gather things like onion tops, the ends of tomatoes, wilty celery, and whatever other safe-to-eat but unpleasant vegetable trimmings you've got and add them to a 1-gallon freezer bag.

Keep the bag in the freezer and add stuff until the bag is full. Once it's full, or if you happen to have a chicken or turkey carcass and a mostly-full bag, add the frozen trimmings and any meat trimmings or carcasses you have to a large stock pot (at least a two gallon pot).

Add in a few cloves of garlic and a few bay leaves

Add in water until the vegetables and trimmings are completely covered.

Bring to a boil.

Reduce heat and let simmer for a minimum of two hours.

Turn off the heat and let cool

Spoon or strain out the solids - one way to do this is to pour from the pot into a collander and into another large pot. You can also use a slotted spoon or a strainer or ladle out the liquid from the stock pot, but you want to discard the solids and keep the liquids.

Skim excess or undesired fat off of the stock and discard.

Ladle or pour the stock into containers for storage. I like to use cleaned salsa jars and leave about 20% of the space in the jar free, then freeze the stock in jars so I can use it whenever I want to.

If you aren't freezing the stock, use it within two weeks.

[vanillaxoxocore]

‘ WORSHIP IT JUST LIKE THAT !! ,

Douma. uppermoon 2 reacting to how one of his worshippers spoiling him.

> ⸝⸝﹒ warnings. . . explicit language, porn, rough sex, vaginal, gaping, aggressive sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, use of nick names, size kink, praise like, etc etc . . .

wc. 1.8k

douma gently pressed my head into the pillow and leaned in to murmur in my ear. "A couple more rounds, petal," he said, but it was a phony and hollow vow.

When my body finally loses up on keeping him out, he presses additional weight down onto me while I struggle and writhe, my loud cries going unheard as he feels himself seeping deeper. My stomach hurts as his tip contacts my cervix and then pushes further, smashing it up. He pushes and stretches me open to forcibly fit himself, bullying me while he forces his cock into me like a piece that doesn't quite fit.

My crazy voice made him giggle as I garbled my words, "I'm sorry—Lord douma please, I'm sorry." Sincerely delighted by my meandering, "Petal, why are you sorry?” His voice was low, just above a whipser, nonetheless. “I'm not upset.”

His cock sinks deeper as if to anchor me, pressing down on me even more. In this dark room, the colour of his wild, swirling eyes is almost blinding. "What is the sensation of having your Lord's cock deep within you?"

It's challenging to follow the my thoughts as it began to become fuzzy and mushy as he pulls himself from me, his fullness giving way to the sensation of every vein, ridge, and lump adorning his cock as he glides out. Then he slams into me again, driving his cock balls deep, leaving no trace of his cock visible.

As he starts to rut inside of me, he pushes in again, taking away my ability to think and breathe. He's so stuffed into me that I feel my cunt gape around him, and my jaw dangles widely open, "f-fuuuck,'s so huge. Stretching me so well, Lord douma, hngh," my legs shook as my body trembled and shuddered. With each thrust, my tits and the fat on my body bounce.

He proceeded to drive into me, ensuring that every inch of his cock was completely submerged in my cunt. His thrusts slowed, each one becoming more methodical and less violent. Douma pulled away, leaving me gasping for air and panting profusely. He flipped me over onto my stomach, allowing me time to recover.

Doumas' hands moved over my body, cupping and squeezing my breasts softly. His lips traced kisses down my spine, leaving a path of fire behind them. He lined his cock up with my entrance again, slowly pushing into me. He began to move steadily in and out of me, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts.

"Shit, fuckin' me 's good, mnhp," I gasp as my eyes roll back. I push my hips further back into his waist. I let out a high-pitched moan, the loudest I've ever heard. Doumas' hips moved in an almost hypnotic cadence, and his cock glided in and out of my body with acute precision.

When I heard the door knock, my eyes widened and I moved my arm behind my back, pressing it against his thigh to signal him to stop moving. Doumas' thrusts ended in a low blow. As he looked at the door, he made a little noise and whispered, "huh?” . . . "Yes?" He speaks in a higher tone, "Lord Douma," the man said.

During the phrase, Douma looks back at me and leans down. He moves his hips away from my ass and buries his cock deep to the base. I appear like a doll in his hands, his cock expanding my stomach slightly as it twitches inside me. I yelp and let out a half-moan before Douma places his hand over my mouth, covering the lower part of my face, whole. “Shhhh”, he closes his eyes as his brows will draw down and together ever so slightly with a nervous smile.

His other hand moves close to his face, his index pointing up as it presses against his lips. “It’s rude to make noises when two people are talking”, he spoke in a low tone, barely above a whisper. "The followers are here." A voice echos at the other side the door from the same man.

"Tell them I'll be finished in a few. ‘m dealing with somethin’ else right now!" he said with a smile. How pleased he was. I lean forward, attempting to squirm free from his grasp.

"Girl, nuhuh. Get back here," he urges, as I lay flat on my stomach, his two large hands pressing into the small hump on my back. He presses my body onto his cock. I pushed it deeper into my tight, strained hole. I let out a strained sigh as his pelvis pressed against mine. As he stretched me even more. I could feel the intoxicating taste of saliva pooling in my mouth, eager to be released—his girth always left me speechless.

I was speechless till I could only utter crying whimpers. "Come on! Have more energy! It's not everyday you get dicked down like this for free by me; you’re going to have to take every inch," and he growls, cocking his forehead. As I’m simply stammering the same inaudible moans. He hits every point, and your thighs shake as his big dick jackhammers into every gummy orifice.

His grip my hips tighten as his nail dug into my flesh and pulled me closer to him. arching my back with pleasure and a hint of anguish. I maintained a steady rhythm while closing my eyes to focus on the sound of his cock sliding into my wetness. His member slammed against my sensitive regions, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body.

I should and could have yelled as he thrust me till his dick was no longer visible. He hit the same spot maybe twice in a second with no buildup, but I ran out of energy. He immediately traded speed for power. I gave a meaningless, sexual wheeze.

He released one of my hands and grabbed my hair, gently pulling it to keep me in position. "That's right; take every inch of me. "I need to see how far I can go into that quivering pussy." His thrusts became faster and more violent, and he enjoyed the sensations.

"You're so tight, I can barely pull out, it’s like your cunt doesn’t want me to pull out!" He pounded me fiercely, and my moans filled the room. "Fuck, you feel so good around my cock." He begins to thrust faster, his hips crashing into my ass, my pussy taking up his full length. My body writhes beneath him, and my cries become increasingly urgent. I claws at the blankets, shredding the fabric.

He thrusts hard once he's certain his bond has been established, feeling me so much deeper in his soul as he drags his cock out nearly all the way. "It's like your little hole misses me already," he says, watching me flutter around his tip as if to tell him I don't want him to leave. "Tell me, petal," he slides back inside, startling me awake as I stare incredulously down at the point where you two link.

The slick sounds of him slipping into my sticky, wet, entrance haunt as i whine, my hands sinking into fine silk as i struggle to get away. "How does it feel to be fucked by your lord? Praise my cock and how good it’s making you feel." I gasp, pulling at the covers as he takes up.

I shudder, tearing at the covers as he quickens his tempo, balls slamming into my ass as he begins to actually fuck me. Huge cock working into a frenzy while I shriek. He gropes my breasts once more before pulling out. The sudden empty feeling made me whine, he grabs me by the hip and leg before pulling me down a bit, flipping me over onto my back.

I felt his cock enter gently, inch by sensational inch; the sensation of every vein and detail of his cock was incredible; a groan from my lips, my back arching slightly to ease it in, craving more of that feeling. He held my legs spread, seeing his cock disappear within my pussy and how I swallowed him in so hard that his eyes rolled back.

"You did it, pretty girl, look at you," he says, taking one hand off my hip to press on my belly, causing my eyes to widen and roll back as I whine. "You got every inch of me in this adorable cunt, didn't you? You're such a good girl, right?" I fake a nod, attempting to cope with the pain.

“I can’t take it no more, Lord douma-”, I groan in a high pitched voice.

I moan aloud, unable to endure the pressure on my abdomen anymore. I start clenching on his huge cock. Brushing my hair away from my face and grasping my jaw to catch my attention.

"Come on, i know you can, i know how good i make you feel." His comments drove me wild. Douma had me focus on him as he hammered into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull, and douma made my breathing even more limited. "You look so pretty with your eyes in the back of your head."

“I can't...”I take a whining breath and say, "I can’t handle it anymore, L-Lord douma, hngh" I moan loudly again, having never felt my g-spot struck at such a high rate of pressure, looking down to watch my stomach form a bump with every thrust. My mind was so overloaded that I gave up, My lips makes whatever sounds it has to, while my hands grasp his shoulders.

He licks his lips in satisfaction as he exclaims, "There's my pretty girl's face." Douma takes great joy in watching my eyes roll into the back of my skull when our bodies collided. When Douma feels me clench around him, he slows down.

how lewd he is,

"Hnnn," he grunts, picking up his pace and groaning. After what seems like an eternity, he suddenly becomes more jagged with his blows.

It comes out in slow, listless spurts, with Douma's eyes half-lidded and grumbling. I could almost hear him grumble as his fangs dug deep into my neck. A tongue of his tracks on my skin as he pours such large volumes into my womb. "Lordddd," I huffed. I was throbbing; everything felt so heated within. Feverish breaths aerate at the outer lobe of my ear before he nibbles on it, doing anything to distract himself from his sensitive state. "'s much, s’too much, Lord D-Douma"

"Keep it all in," he groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. It's still trickling into the sticky walls, and I'm absorbing it all up. "hngh," he grumbles, silky gobbets of seed trickling into my clenched pussy. It's so sticky that the material sticks to his thighs when he attempts to pull himself out of me. Douma glances down with a lustful expression, seeing how the cum was dripping out.

[mustainegf]

hii, could you do a fic of kirk and his wife on their honeymoon having sex for the first time because she saved herself for him

thank you so much 💞

AWWW THIS IS SO CUTE

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ¹⁹⁹¹

We lay under the blankets on a fluffy king sized bed, sharing sweet kisses, completely naked, to each other. I was on edge, but I knew that this was exactly what I had wanted. I had saved myself for him. And now I couldn't wait any longer.

Kirk stroked my back and shoulders gently, then cupped my face and kissed me softly on the lips. I let out a soft moan with how my body was responding to him. I had absolutely no experience with anything like this, yet I was so eager to learn it all with him.

His fingers wandered down my neck, stopping between my breasts. He kissed, harder this time, with my breasts in his grip. I loved his touch, the way he discovered my body. It felt so right, being in his arms, feeling his skin against mine.

I began to kiss slowly down his neck and over to his shoulders, making my way down to his chest. His fingers slid down a little farther and cupped my sex, which clenched my body in waves. I moaned even louder and he took it as an indication to run his hand further south to gently massage my clit.

Kirk brushed my entrance lightly with the pads of his fingers and whispered into my ear, "I'm so nervous about this. I want to make this first time special for you." He was so sweet.

I smiled, then bent to whisper in his ear, "I love you. This is what I want. I've waited for this moment for so long, and I'm happy it's with you.”

His fingers teased, played, and then transferred the slickness to my heat. My body was afire, and I was burning with the wanting of him inside me. He smiled as his eyes caught the look in my face.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close for another kiss. His fingers moved back down to my clit and rubbed me slowly, sending tiny sparks of pleasure up through me.

I moaned into his mouth, and he smiled.

He kissed my nipples softly, taking them into his mouth, as his fingers slipped inside me. I gasped and moaned louder as he fingered me. It was such a new feeling, but one I didn't want to stop. I wanted more. I wanted Kirk.

He wouldn't stop his rubbing and probing, prepping me for him. His lips moved down my body as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. "You're so gorgeous, baby. You taste perfect. How lucky I am to be your first?”

He spread my legs wide and very carefully positioned himself at the entrance. In that moment, I could feel how big he was, and a slight tinge of fear started to swell in my head.

I knew this might hurt, and just the thought of pain made me nervous, but I trusted him completely. Besides, I know he wouldn't hurt me. I wanted him to make love to me.

He kissed my forehead, then he told me, "Relax, baby. It's going to be all right, I am gonna be gentle, I promise."

Then, his eyes bore into mine as he entered me so softly. His cock felt big and was warm inside of me, and I groaned deeply inside as he slid himself deeper and deeper. The feeling of his member inside me for the very first time was a lot. I felt full, and I felt my body stretching in order to accommodate his size.

He bottomed out inside me finally, before he kissed me once more. Stroking me now with his hands on my arms and neck again, he said to me, "You're doing so good, baby. You're taking my cock so well."

He asked if I was hurting, and I just shook my head and kissed him back. I wanted his kisses to keep going because they were oh so sweet and soft.

He rested his forehead against mine and asked, "Can I move? Are you ready?"

I smiled and told him, "Yes, baby. I'm ok. You can move." I kissed him again and felt his body go lax against mine. He moved slowly inside me, starting off with slow strokes as he was kissing me. His lips moved down to my neck as his speed increased by small increments.

I could feel the stretch in my pussy as he moved inside me. I had never felt anything like this before.

"You're doing so good. You feel so good around me." Kirk groaned in my ear as he kissed my neck and shoulders. I whined and moaned with the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my throbbing slick.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to pound me harder with every thrust. His lips went back to my nipples and sucked them slowly as he went on.

The sounds I made were loud enough; cumming was obviously the only way my body was going with its rising shock of pleasure. I had never had anything like this before, it was good but a tad painful. But it's that really good, kind of painful. The kind you could scream and just beg for more.

I wanted him to feel my gummy walls and feel it down around his cock, to feel him cum in me. I wanted it all, and I knew he wanted it too. I could tell by the way that he was looking at me and the way that, on every thrust, a moan would tumble past his lips. He was in heaven. And so was I.

I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him deep, my tongue dancing with his. His thrusts had slowed again as he pressed his forehead up against mine and told me, "I love you, you are so beautiful."

Kirk kissed me softly again and again, whispering in my ear, "I'm so lucky to be your first." His thrusts slowly started again, and with every pump, his cock was hitting my G spot.

My heat began to tighten around him, and I could feel what I could assume was an orgasm welling up through me.

He moaned in my ear and told me: "You feel amazing, baby. You're making me feel so good. I'm so close."

I started rubbing the little bundle of nerves between my legs, and he ate it all up. "Oh, baby. You're drivin’ me insane. You're gonna make me cum so fast." He kissed me again and he started to pound harder, getting slipper.

I was so full with each stroke, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the verge. I moaned even louder as he fucked me, telling through whimpers, "I'm close… I'm so close." His fingers moved to my clit and began to rub with me. My pussy tightened further around him, causing him to let out a deep moan.

I could feel myself getting even closer, and I let out a loud whimper. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” His fingers rubbed me faster, and I felt my body stiffen up as an orgasm shot straight through me.

My entrance was clamping down around him tight, squeezing him hard as he continued. His thrusts got wild as he felt me clamp around him, and he let himself whimpered out into the bedroom.

That's when I could feel just how much he was enjoying it, how much he loved being inside of me. He couldn't hold on anymore. He pulled out of me and let out a loud moan as he came.

His cum spurted all over my stomach, and I watched it dribble down my body.

"I love you. You were perfect..." Kirk panted.

I tried to catch my breath to respond to him, my voice coming out a raspy whisper. "I love you too…”

We both chuckled as I lay there with a cum covered tummy, snuggling up close into one another. We were making sweet jokes about how much of a mess we had made, and I kissed his neck and looked up at him, my handsome, now husband, "Well, you said you wanted to make a mess out of me. I guess you succeeded."

He laughed at me and kissed me once more, "Oh baby, you have no idea."

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Summary: Loki Holds all the power in his hand when he wants you.

Pairing: Loki x Plus-sized! Reader

Word count: 844

Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, IMPACT PLAY KINK! ( well my attempt at it lmao) Spanking, DOM! Loki. Use of a flogger. Language, unprotected sex.

A/N: My first kinktober fic. I hope you enjoy this. As always let me know if I missed tagging something!. Kinktober23 list

From the minute you walked into the room, he had his eyes on you, and as you drew nearer to him, they followed every step you took. His desire for you increased as a result of the intoxicating scent of your perfume. Loki looks down at the garment that hugs your body and contours flawlessly.

His eyes lock onto yours as you raise your head to meet them. "Darling, you look delectable tonight, I just want to ruin you." He pulls off your dress with a flick of his fingers. He was naked from the waist up and stood tall. He stretched his stance, a perfect arc of long limbs from his heavy boots leading to the top of his huge cock. Signature leather tights rested snug to his firmly formed hips. His hands traced the contours of your figure, feeling each line for signs of resistance. He couldn't locate any.

"Take me, my prince," you said as he placed his palms on the curve of your ass, which had been peeking out from his favorite panties on you.  "Mhm, I think I just might have too," He said, as he became transfixed on your sallow eyes that were looking up at him.

When your palm was turned upward and cupped his rigid length through the cloth covering it, he tipped his head back and gasped in pleasure. He slowly backed away from you as his eyes tore through your body. He was aware of your previously existing wetness, slickness, and readiness for a full-on fuck.

A long flogger emerged within his right palm, which blazed. He wielded it like a weapon, the lashes enclosed in dark green leather and glinted in the firelight as it stretched towards you.

The rough leather caressed your face, delicately tapping you once. His eyes glinted as he slid the tool between your breasts, assessing your obedience. "Turn around, my dear, hands down…ass up." His rich voice, filled with sensual need,  shot a rush through you, leaving you wet and longing for his touch.

As he pulled his rapid attack through to completion, the flogger hurt vibrantly on the delicate flesh. As you prepared for the next wonderful stroke, you caught sight of the god's backhand out of the corner of your eye; Thwack

Each one pushed you farther into the bed. As he marked you again and again, his unrestrained hand found its way to the bottom of your back, cursing dirty insults that made you tighten. Your mind raced; Thwack

As he took his fill, you whimpered like a whore against the covers. He was lethargic. Purposeful. loving each flawlessly timed measure of his dominance's theatrics.

You wanted to be satisfied with the blistering heat inside you more than anything, for his magnificent cock to comfort you from within and out; Thwack

"Only a couple of more, my Love…you're performing so well," he said softly as he reached down to kiss your backside. He moved his long fingers along your curves and reached your yearning cunt, his name spilled from your lips, increasing to the origin of pleasure which he knew so well.

You felt like you were floating on air, engulfed in the pleasure and agony of his every touch. As he took his hand away from you, the angle altered dramatically. As he unfastened his pants and gripped both of his hands onto your hipbones, the flogger slipped to the floor. His breath caressed your face as he pressed his chest against your back. "Give in to me now, my little slut," he hissed as he slipped his cock into you from behind. "Come around your master's cock, envelope me in your devotion…" His voice got raspy as you gasped, finally feeling him inside of you.

Loki's speed quickened with each thrust, and he lifted his palm and placed a harsh slap on your redden ass as his sperm spurted into your urgently keening cunt as you longed for the pressure his pelvic thrusts offered. "Fuck.. Yes right there, darling!" he thrust one last time, and you fell over the edge with a strangled shout of your prince's name. You both dropped onto the bed, exhausted. As he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you tenderly, his moist hair fell into your eyes.

"Darling, this was phenomenal…" he breathed as you kissed him on the neck. His chest vibrated with heavy breaths, and the salt of his sweat that accumulated on his muscles clung to your lips as you kissed him again. "We certainly must do this again."

"I agree," you giggled, the comforting afterglow of your climax calming the stinging feeling on your lower body. "It felt amazing, but my ass is sore now" He chuckled darkly as he twisted over you, trapping you to the bed as his hair fell to your face and your waiting lips.

"I know a different thing that might be able to ease your mind of the soreness" He declared lustily over you, as he began to kiss his way down your abdomen.

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[sukimas]

On ZUNArt and Tits

The thing with cup sizes is that they increase as band size decreases. So, for example, a 30DD is equivalent to a 36B. This is because cup size comes from a comparison of bust size and band size. Let's take Sanae:

She doesn't look like she's got a lot of boob going on. Which is true, in terms of pure volume. But let's look at some images (which Tumblr will hopefully let me upload without marking this post as mature:)

ZUN draws his characters as extremely skinny, to the point where you're getting into the 26-28 band sizes. This picture is a good starting point for what "really big breasts" look like at such small band sizes.

That is to say- Sanae doesn't just have "some boob" going on, she has quite a lot! Probably around G cups, for her band size. If you draw your Touhous less skinny than ZUN does, even Reimu should be coming out with some.

This combines, of course, with the fact that Touhou characters generally don't wear clothes that stretch much; fitted clothes naturally are going to minimize the appearance of Tits. In general, even with early Windows characters (AKA: Before ZUN learned to draw curves) you can make decent assumptions by comparing chest and waist sizes.

I am very sorry that women from other anime and video games have betrayed you, but Touhou characters generally are not flat chested, or even small-busted particularly often. (By the way: even for large breasts, a bra will increase the visual effect, not decrease it. With my insincere apologies to Memories of Phantasm.) They just wear clothes that act like clothes and are skinny in ZUN's portrayals of them. (Many other anime women are equally skinny and therefore have cup sizes that cannot functionally exist on their bodies because the fat would be physically redistributed to other places first.)

There's no real conclusion to this post. Have a look at Urumi's H-cups.

[beautification-tales]

The Countess

A Beautification Fairy Tale

“Bring in the servant girl!” Queen Lucia said to her guards. Within moments, a young girl was ushered into the throne room. She trembled as she bowed before the queen. She was dressed in dusty garments that exposed her low station. Queen Lucia stood up off her throne to examine her. The servant girl's eyes darted around the room, taking in the opulent tapestries, the gleaming gold and jeweled statues, and the imposing guards who stood at attention all around them.

“Are you an orphan, girl?” the queen asked gently. The servant girl nodded, wiping a tear from her eye. Queen Lucia smiled warmly. "And your current master is cruel, is he not?” The servant girl nodded again, her lower lip quivering. "Well, then," the queen continued, "I give you a choice. You can return to your sad life or you can become my servant.”

“M..my queen, I do not understand. Do you wish for me to become one of your ladies?” The servant girl stammered, her eyes wide with hope. Queen Lucia smiled coldly and laughed. “Oh no! You sweet naive little thing.” The Queen grabbed the girl’s chin and examined her. “I was once a wide eyed girl like you. Hoping for a man to take me away from my mundane existence for a happy ending.” Lucia let go of the girl and wiped the dirt and sweat on towel. She turned and looked at the girl. “No, we must learn to take what we want. So choose!”

The plain girl looked down and thought. Queen Lucia’s yellow eyes glowed as her red lips curled into a smile. The servant girl hesitated for a moment before she raised her head, meeting the queen's gaze. "I-I would like to serve you, my queen," she stammered.

“Excellent! Prince George from the highlands will be visiting the land to court me. You will seduce him and make him marry you.”The girl looked at Queen Lucia’s face and only saw a serious demeanor. “My queen… surely you jest! I’m not nobility. I’ve lived in the streets my whole life.” Queen Lucia raised her hand and closed her eyes. “Enough! …. What is your name?” She asked, almost sighing.

“M.. Millie my queen.” The servant girl, Millie, said, bowing her head. “I don’t need an advisor Millie. I’m quite aware of your station and your lack… of hmmm” Lucia grinned looking down at Millie’s unimpressive bust. “One thing I learned from my sister. As worthless as she was , one thing she did teach me is with the right weapons. You can do…so much.” The queen placed her hands under her large bust and cupped them.

“Leave us!” The Queen shouted as all the guards exited the throne room. She motioned for Millie to follow her over to a large mirror. The servant girl's eyes widened as she saw her own reflection for the first time in years. She had messy brown hair, a crooked nose and dirty crooked teeth. Her clothing was drab and dirty. She was a complete contrast to Queen Lucia’s amazing beauty and confident stature.

Lucia began to recite words that Millie did not understand. She could hear thunder and lightning crash outside as wind shook the castle. The queen’s eyes glowed as she continued to recite her spell. Millie looked deep into the mirror and saw a man inside. She closed her eyes in disbelief and opened them. She saw that her teeth were white and straight. She ran her tongue over them in awe as she noticed her nose straightened and shrink. Millie’s cheekbones raised and her eyes grew larger and more alluring. Her hair seemed to shine like gold as it flowed replacing the dirt brown that it was before.

“You’ve made me beautiful!” Millie gasped and grabbed her throat. The voice she heard was not her own. It was melodic as if she could sing. It was then that she felt a tightness in her chest. She felt the tightness increase her clothing ripped in front. Her breasts! They had grown to the size of Queen Lucia's. Round and firm, they were now glorious and a major temptation to touch. The servant girl looked at herself in awe and wonder, barely able to believe the transformation that had taken place.

She felt herself giggle as she felt a tickle in her posterior. She turned around and watched her buttocks rise as if it could be a shelf for a goblet to rest upon. Millie overcome with excitement began to touch her new developments. “My Queen! I’m , I’m… I’m…” Queen Lucia smiled and said. “Hmmm you’re perfect. Too bad you have to pay the price for such power.”

“Wait.. what price my… aaah.” Millie grasped at her chest as she felt a sharp pain in her heart. It felt as if someone was stabbing her in the heart. Dark thoughts flooded Millie’s mind as her naïveté vanished. Millie could feel the hands of Lucia grab at her large breasts. Lucia whispered in Millie’s ear.”Don’t fight it. Let it flow into you and give you what you need.”

Millie licked her lips as a soft moan followed. Lucia hands felt amazing on her new sensitive bosom. The skill of seduction and pleasing men… and woman were now in her mind. Millie now understoood her queen’s plans and her new station.

“Ooh My queen. I will serve you but I must ask… why not seduce George yourself and take his riches?” Millie asked innocently, her voice still holding a hint of the old servant girl.

“Because, I need to remain single for King Richard. Plus I need rulers I can trust in every kingdom if I am to be empress. It also makes me wet turning Good girls bad.”

“It does feel good my queen. It feels like …”

“Power!” Queen Lucia answered Millie.

The guards entered the room. “My queen forgive our interruption but Prince George is here!”

“Excellent, tell him to enter!” Queen Lucia gave a gesture as if to shoo away the guards. Lucia climbed the steps and sat upon her throne. She waved her hand and recited a word and in a flash Millie was in a glorious gown.

Prince George entered the chamber and went to one knee. He was dressed in his most regal garments as he held his sword handle. “Queen Lucia, fairest in the land. I come so that I may see if I am worthy of your hand!”

“You are not!” Queen Lucia laughed. Her voice was like sweet music, enchanting and captivating. Prince George looked up at her, his heart already lost. She continued, "But you are indeed most handsome and noble, George. It pleases me to see you here, in my court. You have proven yourself worthy of my attention." She motioned for him to rise, and he did so, his face flushed with pleasure.

“Have you met my Lady in waiting Countess Millie?”

[cambion-companion]

Interwoven in Moonlight

Aemond x fem!reader | pure smut | 18+ only | breeding kink

“Aemond.” You moaned his name, face pressing into the soft contours of the pillow.

You felt him moving against you, his front pressed flush with your back, his knee coaxing your legs farther apart as he lined the tip of his cock to your wanting cunt.

Your hips raised slightly off the bed, trying to press against him, but Aemond seemed intent on taking his time with you. “Hush, my love, allow me to savor having you like this.” Hot breath tickled your ear as Aemond leaned close, nibbling at your slack jaw. “So helpless, so needy beneath me.”

You tried bucking into him as Aemond began running the head of his cock up and down your slick folds, dipping in only enough to drive you mad before repeating the motions. “Please, Aemond!”

“Hmm, ‘please’ sounds so good on your tongue.” Aemond stilled, pressing into your silken opening a fraction at a time, your pussy walls clenched in anticipation of his girth. “Say it again.”

“Please.” You would do anything for this teasing torture to end.

“Verygood, Y/N.” With a fluid movement, Aemond sunk his length into you, his moan of pleasure mingling with your own gasp as his hips slapped flush against your backside. He stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size, the slight discomfort you initially felt melting into a burning need.

You arched into each languid stroke as he began thrusting, long and deep, silver hair tickling your face as he leaned on his forearms above you. “Look at me.”

You raised your head, turning into the hot kiss Aemond placed to your parted lips. He wrapped a firm hand around the nape of your neck, pressing you back against the pillows as his pace increased. Your fingers gripped the sheets as the sound of your lovemaking filled the room, a heady aroma of sweat and sex caused you to bite your lip and eagerly raise your hips to meet Aemond’s.

“I want you to come inside me.” You felt the effect your words had as his cock twitched inside of you. He was close.

You rose up on your forearms, feeling the bounce of your buttocks as Aemond fucked you hard into the mattress. You were able to see his expression over your shoulder as his hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you further back. His angular face, framed by a waterfall of moonlit hair, was slack with pleasure, his hooded eye a glowing silver as a moonbeam fell across it. Those curved lips of his you loved so much were parted, allowing low sounds of pleasure to escape.

Seeing him in this state sent a shudder through you as electricity danced in your core, the walls of your cunt tightened around him. Your brow furrowed, Aemond’s breath mingled with your own as your lustful eyes met.

“Aemond, I’m going to come.” Your voice was soft, the words murmured into his mouth as he brushed his lips against yours.

His hand on your throat tightened as your climax rolled over you, your cunt squeezing around him in waves of pulsing ecstasy. He drove into you several more times before spilling hot ropes of his thick cum deep into your spasming center. Aemond pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, savoring the sensation of your heat and softness around and under him.

He placed a kiss between your shoulder blades, rocking your joined bodies against the bed as if he could sink just a little further into your slick warmth. With a final squeeze, he released your neck, running his fingers instead down your arm to the side of your breast before cupping the swell of flesh, kneading your pert nipple.

With a sinfully wet sound, Aemond slid his cock out of you, coaxing you to roll over onto your back with a guiding hand at your hip. He straddled you, looking down into your face with an expression close to reverence.

“Marry me.”

You huffed out a half-laugh at his words and the way he uttered them like a prayer, his eye roving across your body.

“I do not jest, Y/N.” Aemond lowered himself against you, his long silver hair falling like a curtain around your faces. “You will be my wife. You will mother our children.” He placed a large hand upon your womb, pressing down where you could still feel the heat of his orgasm inside your body.

You rose up to kiss him, your lips moving against each other, his head followed you as you lowered yours back onto the pillow, his tongue entreating entrance to your mouth. He kissed you deeply and slowly, savoring the post-coital high, your fingers running light patterns along his lean back.

“I will marry you, Aemond.” You whispered as the prince broke away just enough to look into your eyes. “I want to be your wife.” His eye closed, drinking in your words with a smile on his curved lips. “I want you to put your child in me, have my womb fill with your seed.”

You could feel Aemond’s hard arousal against you already, his pupil dilated as he opened his eye to look down at your wanton expression.

“We should wed as soon as possible, my love.” He kissed you again before encouraging you to spread your legs further with a hand at your thigh. “You will conceive this very night, speaking words like that.”

You opened obediently to him, bringing your legs up to rest over his shoulders as his long fingers encircled your ankles, wiggling your hips playfully to signal Aemond you were ready for him to make love to you once more.

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The moon had long since set when the two of you finally collapsed next to each other, breathing erratic and skin shining from exertion. The predawn light outside heralded the singing of birds as Aemond pulled you into his arms, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, murmuring sleepy sweet nothings into your ear.

Your legs tangled together in the sheets and his hand cupping the fullness of your breast, the two of you fell into deep slumber, dreaming of the life you had started together.

[bargain-bin-ask-memes]

✧༺♥༻∞　Magic Chocolates!!　∞༺♥༻✧

Send in a chocolate to transform and alter my muses body! These chocolates can stack so giving a muse multiple will either grow or change them times the amount given! (Example 3 milk chocolates would be 3 cup sizes!) Viewer Discretion is advised!

Milk Chocolate: My muse gains breast, or their breast increases by a cup size!

White Chocolate: My muse starts lactating!

Marshmallow Chocolate: My muse becomes pregnant with a baby!

Raspberry Creme Chocolate: My muse becomes horny!

Peanut Butter Chocolate: My muse gains a cock, or add an inch to their cock length! Chocolate Covered Cashew: Fills my muse ass/pussy with a load of cum!

Oreo Truffle: My muse gains five (5) pounds!

Mint Chocolate: My muse loses five (5) pounds!

Orange Pecan Truffle: My muse’s stomach is filled with a little water!

Vegan Chocolate: My muse’s stomach is inflated with a little air!

Pumpkin Truffle: My muse’s ass gets bigger!

Cheesecake Truffle: My muse’s body gets an hourglass figure!

Butter Toffee Chocolate: My muse gets animal ears and a tail (up to the sender)!

Lemon Chocolate: My muse gains six inches in height!

Lime Chocolate: My muse loses six inches in height!

Cherry Cordial Chocolate: My muse’s lips plump up.

Fudge: My muse grows a little all over!

Caramel Chocolate: My muse becomes a Hucow!

Almond Chocolate: My muse becomes a giant/giantess!

Lavender Chocolate: My muse becomes a bimbo!

Coffee Chocolate: My muse is returned to normal!