#ns/fw writing

[lovelylambi]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 † . ☥

warnings — nsfw, hierophillia, sacrilege, religious themes, corruption kink, blasphemy, finger fuk¡ng, prohibition, overstimulation, subordination, dacryphillia . *

this is my first written smut so enjoy as i wrote is as best as i could ♡

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

The night was rainy in the midst of the night. You arrived to the empty candle lit cathedral, expecting nobody but you. Not a single soul was seen as the rows of seats sat ghostly empty. You were all alone, alone to pray, except you weren't alone, the priest's figure stood ominously, turned away from you.

Every time you'd visit your sermons, you'd always meet his gaze, a sinful feeling of shame lingered everytime you had thought about him. The way his roman cassock suited him as he'd stood there, speaking his sermonic lectures, his image had lingered even after you went home. You knew you had to repent your sins, as it had consumed you. A confession you'd regret but had too for the lord to not make you crave a sinful consumption of guilt and shame, to be forgiven for such impurities.

Your heels tapped against the marble floor beneath you as you walked closer towards the stage of the church. Surrounded you was empty abyss that occupied the rows of seats. The Priest was turned away, lighting candles and praying away as the lights dimly lit the whole cathedral, his figure casting a shadow onto the walls.

The cathedral was hauntingly quiet. Faint organs played when nobody was even there, you can almost hear the dead saints singing a choir. You walked closer, creeping behind the priest until he gazed behind his shoulder, soon turning around, fully meeting your innocent eyes. His tall dark figure stood there while you fiddled your hands together. He scanned you up and down, noticing your quiet timidity. "Father..." You softly gulped down as you felt your throat tighten. He spoke softly while the shadows had caressed his face. His face, soft and comforting, but also cold and emotionless. "Yes my child?" His voice echoed throughout the church, it was authoritative and soft. His hazeled eyes were just as soothing as his words. He slowly blinked at you, his gaze almost staring through your soul. Despite his words being gentle, a hint of danger dwelled in his eyes. You couldn't help but to melt as his scent filled your perimeter, it smelled of subtle incense and cologne. "I – I have something I need to confess, father...." You timidly spoke. His presence seeped into you like a knife. He spoke soft and warm, almost tempting and soothingly haunting, "You do?" The Priest had a strong aura about him that you just didn't even have the mind to back away. You stood before him with your knees trembling, and you could feel his gaze scanning you.

The Priest gently shuts a bible in his hand and places it onto the podium. He then stepped backward, gesturing for you to follow him inside a dark, empty confession booth. His footsteps echoed into the dark booth. You could feel his presence lingering behind the wall, the air felt heavier in there somehow, almost suffocating with the guilt and shame of sin. You didn't know if you'd want to leave while you still can. His presence alone just caused you to quiver at the thought him. He closed the booth and stood there, leaning forward. His shadow casted across over the wall, you couldn't help but stare at his outline. With only the sound of his faint breath, with a sheer wooden windowed–wall separating you, you could hear him quietly utter. "What do you have to confess my child...?" His voice soft. "I have been thinking sinful things... father... things I might not be forgiven for." You spoke in shame. You could feel the guilt loom over you like a shadow. "Sinful things?" His voice echoes out softly, you felt his gaze wander on you like a sharp arrow in the darkness. You couldn't help but to feel your breathing become heavy.

Even if he was the priest and was meant to protect you from sin, the thought of him being alone with you made your heart beat. But you also couldn't help that the sensation was somewhat soothing... but it was wrong, it fueled inside your bones like a disease... "Yes..." You clenched your legs together while you grasped the lining if you skirt as you sat there. You could feel the sinister thoughts not going away, as if god was almost listening. "And what are these sinful thoughts lingering inside of you..?"

"You..." You suddenly spoke of it, the humiliation of coming forward. You almost wanted to cry as you perch your head down in shame and guilt, for someone who's to forgive your sins, you felt an immense burden as it was your own priest that you were sinning for. "Tell me my child..." You were nervous, the thought of what he would do now was worrying. You worried about how he saw you now, as you were an impure girl, not to you, but to him also. You'd always see him at church, but now you see him in a much more sinister light. "What is it that you've thought.. ?"

"I – I can't say, father." Your voice almost plead with a sharp breath. His voice slowly drifted out again and was now more menacing. "Tell me." You felt like a criminal. He knew that the more you'd keep it in, the more guilty you'd feel. Your breathing was getting heavier, it was becoming harder to confess under his gaze. Your legs felt weak. Was this wrong? He was a priest devoted to god. Your voice fell in desperation, "Father.... I want do die for how I am sin itself..."

The Father leaned forward the booth's window, listening carefully to what more you had to say. The only noise was your trembling voice speaking through the gaps of the booth. Your hands clenched tightly together on your lap, hoping for forgiveness, hoping to be cleansed from your sins. He listened intently, soft and calm he was. His gentle voice filled the booth once again, "The lord forgives you dear child..." He was remorseful.

"Father... I repent..." You plead with a soft cry. His voice was deep as he kept leaning in closer. "Now that you've confessed your sins.. you must atone for them."

"Atone them..?"

His voice lowered into a deep whisper. You felt your body grow hotter by the second as he spoke. "Yes... atone..." The way he said it made it sound as if you were about to be punished... you felt even more nervous now, you almost couldn't take it... "Repenting is one thing, but the Lord does not forget easily. You will have to make up for it my child, or else the Lord will not forgive you." You felt yourself shiver at the sound of his words. "How will I... father." You spoke soft and sincere to him. His voice was full of authority, he knew exactly how to get a little lamb full of sin and somber to shiver. "Repentance requires atonement. The only way to truly repent for your sin is through me..."

"And how exactly.." You softly murmured. Listening carefully through the other side, it was cold and silent, as if he wasn't there at all. "Father....." You spoke out once again. No answer...

Soon the door swung open, revealing the dark figure of the mysterious priest. You flinched at his sudden appearance. He gestured you step out of the confessional booth, stepping aside. You brush past his way and followed him towards the stage of the church. The Priest came to a stop near a marble slab table, columns vertically placed onto the sides. The big gothic glass pane window ominously glowed an almost reddish.

You stood in front of him, wondering what he wanted. What you needed.. "Get on your knees..." He demanded. Abide by his command, you knelt to the cold bare floor on your bare knees. "Pray..." It was almost a threatening command.

You prayed for the sins to be forgiven as you closed your eyes and placed your palms together in prayer.

You prayed. Hoping for forgiveness. It was all you could do for the sin you had confessed. The candle flames dancing against you. You fluttered your eyes innocently up towards the priest, your eyes sparkling with the candle lit flames. Praying for any saint that would listen to you and spare you from the sin as you and the father's eyes conjured, his gaze watching your every move as you worshipped for forgiveness. He watched from above like the sinister thoughts you've thought about, it was no different. You closed your eyes and spoke, "Lord, I am a sinner, forgive me for I have sinned before you. Wash away my sin, purify me, and help me turn away from this sin....." You sincerely repented, words slipping softly out of your tongue. You opened your eyes once more, his grimace gaze filled you again. "The lord forgives child, but in this world of impurities, I have not, not quite yet.." He spoke coldly. You slowly stood up, wondering why the prayer hasn't satisfied him.

"Father....?" You questioned. He gently grabbed you by the shoulders and backed you up against the edge of the marble table, his presence looming over you, entrapping you against your will. He didn't dare touch you, not yet.

As stared at you closely, you knew he was about to do something sinful for he is a priest... Yet you felt no remorse. You were his sacrificial lamb to kill. He leaned in, making you more nervous than you already were. His lips merely inches away, you couldn't help but flutter your eyes to his lips. You were in desperation, he was giving you something you wanted, desired. You felt the resurgence of your fantasies, you couldn't help it, he was taunting you. You couldn't take it anymore.

Soon, you couldn't help yourself, as you leaned your lips closer and closer, your lips softly latched onto his like a desperate puppy. His lips devoured yours relentlessly. He grasped his hand on the nape of your neck. There was a taste of chocolate, a sweetness lingering. His lips tasted of salvation that was soon filled with sin. You were now his. You couldn't help but moan for more to consume you, to drown you and take control of your body. To lose you in his lips. His body pressed against yours tightly. The candles danced against the shadows that surrounded him.

You were all his to worship. All his to cleanse. You began to shiver as you unlatched your lips from his, gently pushing him away. "This is all wrong....." The prohibition of it all made you crave for more. It was taboo as you were abide by a man of god. "Forgive me father... I beg you..." You switch between both of his eyes. You were in the sick of it all, as you begged for his redemption. You knew you couldn't redeem yourself anymore, as you had sinned worse than your own thoughts. His face was almost warm and expressional, his eyes giving away lust. "Let the lord forgive me.... I'll do anything... father." You pleaded. "Anything?" The Priest says low and hypnotic. "Yes...." You gave in.

He smirked softly. Your obedience was all he wanted. With just one more step, his lips would finally surge yours once more. His fingers almost reached your lips but didn't. He kept playing the game of your obedience, enticing your innocence and virtue. His voice grew lower. He was almost whispering his words. "Would you do anything and everything I ask of you without hesitation.....?"

You shook your head hesitantly as he slowly wrapped his hand around the nape of your neck once again, softly gasping a sharp breath from his touch. He was merely inches away from your lips. You felt almost lost in the temptation once again. Those warm and gentle lips only the father possessed, was meeting yours once more. You softly whimpered underneath your breath, your palms clenching the table tighter as they soon travelled along his chest, you could feel the remnants of the cross on his neck, making you feel more guilty as you felt his tongue against yours.

The Priest's soft and gentle hands lingered onto your waistline as he kept his mouth against yours, you could almost faint from your delicate and sensitive touch as soft whimpers escaped.

The only thing that mattered now was your sins that were now about to be committed by the one who was supposed to cleanse it.

His soft touch around your waistline picked you up and placed you onto the marbled table, making you wrap your legs around the priest as you felt him against you. You were wrapped in the heat of the Father's body. His hot breath against your neck, his hands wandering around the curve of your waist.

He was taking control. He began to slowly travel his hand along your thigh, gently caressing his hand along your soft delicate skin. Your breath shuddered with each passing moment. Your moans grew into something more passionate as he reached his fingers higher and higher on your thighs, until he reached to your white linen underwear, you knew you were going to repent for life...

Your sudden shutter of soft moans spilled out of you as he touched you. It was almost sadistic with the way he gazed into your eyes. The Priest gave no mercy as he slipped inside of your underwear and mercilessly rubbed your cunt. Your body began to quiver. Nobody had touched you like this. You were his virgin mary, he knew he would make you pray for more.

He seeped his fingers in. Making you shutter your head backwards as you bit your lip. Your soft whimpering moans grew slightly more as he seeped his fingers more and more inside of you. The innocence you wore was an illusion, you were nothing but a a sinful girl that was taken advantage by the Priest. "More...." You pleaded, moaning in desperation. Grasping the black cloth of his clothes. He took in your request, sinking his fingers deeper and deeper inside the abyss of you, in and out of you. He could almost see tears in your eyes, knowing you wanted to cry because of the guilty pleasure you felt from the sins he was committing, making you the left ruins of a sacrificial lamb in his presence.

You were repenting to him, worshipping him as he made you lose control of all your senses, receiving uncontrollable pleasure from a man devoted to god. You felt yourself lose grip with each kiss you made. You were being cleansed in the ultimate sin. Sin which would send you to hell but you didn't care as the priest was only taking you there for his pleasure, you deserved it as you are the sin itself, you were a disgusting girl. You gasped out more whimpers, unlatching your lips from his suffocation. You started to feel overwhelmed at the pleasure, you wanted no more as you begged. "No more, please...." You softly cried out. He didn't care as he continued to finger you with no remorse, his fingers covered in your cum. He thought how impure you were to have to get wet at the priests touch ever so easily. You kept whimpering, wanting him to stop as you became overstimulated with sensation. His hands only travelled further inside of you as you begged him. You could feel the sensations of shame filling your body for your pleas for him to stop were nothing but begging for more to him. You were his to take. He could make you sin over and over again. Your whimpers was the sound of your repentance to his ears. Your pleas for him to stop were simply fuel to the flames that were burning inside you. You felt your mind slipping as he watched you orgasm, your legs quivering. You tried grabbing his wrist but he continued to pleasure you. You were losing yourself, the innocence was slipping through your fingers, the sins were consuming you. The pleasure was overwhelming you. You couldn't help it. The priest couldn't help it either. Each kiss was bringing you both towards the edge. Your whimpering cries becoming more uncontrollable as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

Soon his fingers slipped out of you as you then fall back against the top of the marble table, twitching as you clasped your knees together, your hands grasping at your pussy. The priest seemed to be done with his baptism. He blinked slowly as he was finally satisfied. He walked around the table, reaching to the other side where your head laid, he overlooked you from above as you notice him towering over you. "You're forgiven for all the sins....." He soon reached his wet cummed covered fingers slowly into your mouth. You whimpered as you didn't want to, but he insisted as this was part of your repentance. You licked them clean, quenching the taste of your own cum.

[marigoldenblooms]

Thinking of FilmProfessor!Wanda taking fem!Reader home after class.. safe to say, An Important Lesson is getting another part >:) If you wanna be tagged when it comes out, lemme know! Read the first part here!

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Her studio would be beautiful, yet you couldn’t even care about it as you feasted on her gaze. Heavy and dark, Wanda’s eyes would hardly know peace she’d take you in, kneeling naked by her bed.

Her fingers would raise your jaw up to meet her eye, crooning to you. “Look at you, Mommy’s perfect little doll..” Her voice was breathy and laborious, jaw flexing as you’d look at her with those doe eyes, and how your bare pussy had dripped arousal onto her floorboards.

She’d pull something from behind her back, and your pupils would blow at the implication. A camera.

“Want to make a movie with me, baby?”

[piratecore-art]

I have this super cute idea for a huskerdust au. Husk is a recovering alcoholic who just got out of rehab and is trying to turn a new leaf, and angel is a stripper who passes out drunk in husk’s front yard. There also might be some mafia involved (;

[rottenlapdog]

being fucked while you have a knife to your throat, the blade threatening to cut you every time you move but your dom is fucking you hard and fast on purpose in hopes you do get cut, them finding the look of fear in your eyes and your tear-stained face amusing and cute. them dragging the blade down your body and pressing it against your tummy, just enough for you to feel the pressure, them dragging the blade over the soft skin of your thighs while you try to keep so very still despite them ramming into you

[kermantha-is-horny]

A Story of New Teeth

(This was a commission requested by @applebess77. He was a pleasure to work with! The names of all the characters have been changed for privacy reasons, but other than that, it's unedited. If you would like a commission, please dm me @arinthehunter and we can start business. Please enjoy! ~Kermantha)

His heart pumped loudly, echoing across the entirety of the church, as he held the flask within his hand.

Well, he at least assumed that’s what was happening. It made much more sense that the blood in his ears was so loud that his heartbeat was all he could hear. But to Valius, it was only logical that every soul within that church could hear his anxieties, and knew exactly what he was plotting.

Liquid swirled and bubbled within its glass prison, licking every wall as if hungry to taste the world outside the clear barrier. Through it, Valius could see the reflection of his own eyes, and he looked deep into them, contemplating the consequences of his actions. Was this course of action truly something he desired of himself? And what would the people he cared about think of him?

Despite knowing in his heart that those deemed monstrous were well loved within this community, he was truly afraid that somehow, he could compromise his relationships with this small act of selfishness. But… He had to know. He simply had to.

He uncorked the vial, watching as the orange color reacted to the air, almost glowing. His heart pumping even faster, he didn’t deem himself to have enough time to hesitate. In one fell swoop, he tilted the vial up and swallowed everything it contained.

Despite it being a fairly warm day, and the sweat from his nervous hands staining the glass with a blurry sheen, the liquid inside was almost ice cold, coating his entire throat with a chilly film. The taste was not terrible, but not quite pleasant, though he couldn’t for the life of him put a finger on what it tasted like. The smell was that of tangerines, and his nose was filled with the scent despite the contents being firmly rooted in his throat.

The deed was done. He took a deep breath, leaning against the wall. The hard part was done. Now, all that was left was to wait a few minutes for the magic to take effect.

A sound! Against the wall of blood and anxieties pounding against his ears, he heard movement! He made a small squeal of surprise and hid inside a nearby cramped closet, waiting for whoever it was to pass by.

Covering his mouth to mask his own breathing, Valius listened intently to the footsteps from the hall beyond. He could hear the distinctive click of high heels. Closing his eyes, Valius went through his mental library of different high heel sounds, trying to lock on exactly who they belonged to. But as it turned out, he would not have to.

A few paces away from the closet door, he heard the walking stop, shortly followed by a deep, guttural sigh. A sudden yell came from the figure, causing Valius to flinch. “LUCY! Why is there a stain on the floor here?”

Valius’ grasp on his own mouth grew tighter. Out of all the people in the church, why did it have to be Bellerosa? Not that he didn’t love her, of course. He wouldn’t have married her had he not. But she was the most aggressive and testy of all his wives, and he was afraid of what she would say about his decision.

As Bellerosa schooled the maid for failing to remove the stain, Valius felt a deep itch settle into his arms. He attempted to resist the urge to uncover his mouth and scratch, but the itching was simply too distracting, and he gave in to temptation. Scratching his arms, he exhaled a soft sigh of relief. But as much as he scratched, the itching never went away.

Over time, he realized that the skin he was itching was beginning to develop hair, growing at a highly accelerated rate. He took a pause in his itching to feel his arms, silently crooning as his fur reacted positively to his own touch, pressing against pleasure receptors he didn’t even know he had. Beginning to scratch again, he accidentally cut himself, causing him to inhale sharply in pain. Running his hands over his fingers, he realized that he now had claws jutting out from his fingernails.

The servant outside hastily left, presumably to grab cleaning supplies, but from the sound of it, Bellerosa had remained. Valius could not figure out for what reason, but it certainly did nothing for his anxieties. Almost as if to spite him, his transformation began to put itself into overdrive.

His legs changed posture, loudly cracking into place, now in a more canine position. From his tailbone, new bones grew from the stump, stretching his skin and growing more when it ripped. Muscles grew around the brand new bones, and fur stuck itself out from the pores, causing the new part of his body to itch.

Then his chest began to move, the fat along his breasts beginning to expand, until they settled onto his body like heavy, soft balloons. Curiously, he cupped his breast, finding it to be sensitive, quickly letting go.

Next, his skull began to move, his bones elongating, his mouth pushing forward. His teeth grew out into sharp points, and his nose grew into his snout. As his face elongated, the tip of his nose pressed against the door of the closet, and he nervously looked straight up as to avoid bumping the door.

Finally, his ears shrunk in on themselves, the cartilage folding away and blocking his eardrums, his eardrums becoming sealed. He suddenly found himself in complete silence, and his anxiety could no longer take it. Though he could no longer hear himself, he shut his eyes tight and screamed, going until he ran out of breath, catching it, and screaming once again.

While his new ears started forming on his head, Bellerosa swung open the door wide open. Writhing within the cramped closet was some sort of hyena girl, with fur covering her entire body. She was screaming her head off, and her ears were slowly growing out of her head. She was wearing… Priest gear?

Bellerosa narrowed her eyes. Surely, this could not be Valius? Slowly, she stepped forward and touched the creature’s arm softly. Almost immediately, the hyena girl stopped screaming, and opened her eyes, gazing at Bellerosa in a panic. After a few silent moments, she reached into her pockets, and placed a parcel in Bellerosa’s palm. A bar of chocolate.

After staring at Valius in stunned silence, she noticed a glass vial on the floor, and started putting two and two together. She had half a mind to yell at Valius for taking a transforming potion without telling anyone, but right here and right now was not the correct place or time. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed Valius by the arm and dragged her across the hall and up the stairs, leading her into Bellerosa’s bedchambers. She locked the door, and set Valius down on the bed, waiting for her ears to grow.

Valius, meanwhile, was still sitting in complete silence, confused. Why wasn’t Bellerosa mad at her? Well, she did have a bit of a pissy face, but she almost always wore that sort of face. At this point it was almost her trademark. But she didn’t look openly hostile, which she found odd. Valius would have thought that Bellerosa would be furious beyond belief, given that she took a transformative potion without consulting anyone first.

As her ears slowly began to work, Valius gestured awkwardly at the chocolate she had given Bellerosa. She knew Belle had a weakness for the stuff, and would be slightly easier to talk to if she had something in her belly first.

For the first time in a few days, Belle smiled a little. Even in such an awkward situation, Valius was thinking of others first. She broke off a square, and set it on her tongue, letting it melt in her mouth. She visibly relaxed, smiling slightly wider. Raspberry filling… Definitely one of her favorite flavors.

She carefully rewrapped the rest of the chocolate, saving it for later. “Thank y-” She began to say, but paused, as she noticed Valius wincing, and covering her ears. She cleared her throat and tried again, whispering, “Thank you, Valius. You didn’t need to do that for me.”

Smiling meekly, Valius whispered back, “Nonsense. Family comes first, don’t it, love?”

Chuckling softly, Bellerosa responded, “Oh, hush, you. Always so lovey-dovey.” After a moment’s pause, she reached out and touched Valius’ arm, caressing the new fur where there once was flesh. “Why?”

Valius sighed, lying her head on Bellerosa’s lap. “Well… I… Well, I suppose it is a little silly, innit? Well, ah… I sort of noticed that, y’know… Out of all of us, I was the only human, and I felt, I don’t know… like the odd one out?”

It was now Belle’s turn to sigh. “Please don’t tell me you assumed that we all thought less of you because you’re human. Most of us were human to begin with, and if you really think any of us care about that kind of thing, then you truly do have rocks for brains.”

Flailing her arms in denial, Valius stammered, “Oh, no, of course not! You got it all twisted, Rosa, I swear to you! On the contrary, really! I just, well… How do I put this? I… Felt a little… Left out, I suppose?” She blushed, smiling a tiny bit.

A smirk made its way onto Bellerosa’s face, and she relaxed a bit on the bed, petting Valius’ head softly. “Oh? Left out, you say?” In reaction to Valius’ shy nod, she pressed further. “Please, lovebug, elaborate. I don’t believe I fully understand what you mean.”

Blushing even deeper, Valius would look like a tomato if not for the fur covering her face. “W-well, um… Haha, that is quite the question, really… A rather difficult one at that… I don’t know if I can really explain my reasoning in a coherent way…”

Belle’s finger made its way underneath Valius’ chin, scritching it softly, while a tentacle of lavender slime seeped out of her pores and began massaging her back. “Try.”

Valius moaned quietly in pleasure, but quickly caught herself, clearing her throat loudly as if to hide her various obvious noise. However, it was hard not to notice her leg thumping away in pleasure. “Um, yes, well… I suppose… Oh, don’t make me say it… I… have always found myself attracted to more… monstrous… qualities, and I have been looking myself in the mirror lately, and… Well… Wishing I had similar qualities with my own body. So, when I was at the market today, and saw a wandering trader with potions…”

Lifting Valius onto her lap, holding her close, Bellerosa looked at her seriously, directly in the eyes. “Then you should have said something to us, love! I understand if you didn’t want to consult me about it, given my… Well, my reputation. But I’m sure Mary would have listened to you. I get it was a heat of the moment decision, but we could have helped you through it! Made your experience with transformation more comfortable than, oh, I don’t know, a fucking cramped closet reeking of mildew! Speaking of, I should get Victoria to clean that up ASAP… But that’s not the point!

“The point is you should not, under ANY circumstances, be afraid to speak with us. You said it before. We’re family. Not a family you were thrust upon you, but a family you chose. We will always be by your side, through thick and thin. I do hope you weren’t afraid to speak with us about this.”

Valius looked away, ashamed of herself. She truly was a fool. She doubted Bellerosa could look her in the eye aga-

Her self-destructive thoughts were nipped in the bud by a deep kiss, a warm kiss, followed by a tight embrace. Almost melting, a stray tear fell from Valius’ eye as she kissed Belle back, moaning in pleasure. Meanwhile, Belle took the opportunity to explore every new part of her wife’s mouth, mapping the contents as if it were a deserted island, looking for any treasure she might find

After a few moments of tongue-wrestling, Belle broke away, giggling. “You have new teeth, sweetheart. I like them.” She slid her hands down Valius’ back, exploring her mid back and tail.

Moaning even more now, Valius leaned in, breathing softly into Bellerosa’s ear. Almost subdued, she whispered, “Please…”

The smirk Belle wore widened. “Please what, darling?”

Eyes suddenly going wide, Valius stammered, “Oh, um, I, haha, uh, I didn’t think I said that out loud, haha! Um, please, forget I said anythi-”

A finger pressed against her lips, and Belle leaned Valius back, looking deep into her eyes. “Please what?”

Lost in her eyes, Valius somehow lost all sort of anxiety in her speech. “Please take me tonight…”

Four tentacles sprouted from Bellerosa’s back, and lifted Valius into the air, gingerly taking her clothes off. “As you wish, honey~” As she suspended her wife into the air, she walked slow circles around her, dragging her hand along random spots along her beloved’s body, trying to discern the sensitive points.

Even with such teasing actions, Valius already had her tongue lolling out, lost in the pleasure of her new touch receptors, moaning a storm. A touch here, a shudder there… She could understand why so many people loved monsters. Such attention was simply intoxicating.

Once all her clothing had been removed, a tentacle slipped into her mouth. Without a second thought, she wrapped her tongue around it. The flavor was almost like lavender, and it was warm, if not a bit slimy. But she didn’t really mind the texture. She could hear Belle’s quietly moan under her, and she wasn’t about to let her wife down.

Opening her throat, she let the tentacle deep inside, tears welling in her eyes as she tried not to choke. In response to such a courageous act, she received a kiss to her left breast. “Good girl~”

In immediate response, Valius’ tail began to wag, clipping a tentacle at first. “Oh, such an eager girl! Such a cutie pie…” Lowering her slightly, Belle began supping on Valius’ breast, massaging the other one with one hand, and slowly stroking her shaft with the other.

Valius had never felt so spoiled in her entire life! She openly moaned around the tentacle, applying more suction, not wanting to slack at her job just because of the pleasure.

Suddenly, another tentacle entered her backdoor, going about halfway in. Belle had considered starting off slow, but as she considered it, she remembered that Valius was no stranger to being pegged, so there was no reason to hold back now. If anything, that would be babying her for no reason, and that would simply be disrespectful.

Sure enough, Valius was loving this, trying her best to force herself into the tentacle. At this point, she could get lost in the pleasure.

Unfortunately, new pleasure receptors meant lower pleasure threshold, and Valius was just set to burst. Noticing the buckling of her knees, Belle increased the tempo slightly, coaxing her partner, until she burst, painting the bed sheets white. Belle made a note to clean them later.

She let Valius down onto the ground slowly, giving her a few moments to recover. Stretching, she was prepared to call it a night and snuggle with her wife, when suddenly, Valius lunged in and began to eat her pussy.

Gasping in pleasure and surprise, she looked down to see Valius smiling from between her legs, comfortably kneeling on her knees. Chuckling, Belle stroked Valius’ hair. “Just what are you doing, darling?”

Taking a small break, Valius smiled shyly. “You didn’t get to cum…” Without wasting any more words, she went back to business, suckling on her clit.

Moaning sharply, Belle replied, “Oh, you really didn’t need to help, honest! I have hands and tentacles for a reason…” But even if it seemed as though she was resisting her hand was still firmly on Valius’ head, pushing her ever forward.

Eventually, soft head patting turned to rough head rubbing and even further into hair grasping and pulling, as Belle got closer and closer to climax. Suddenly, a finger slipped into her ass, and she gasped sharply, cumming on the spot.

Once Valius had licked up all the mess, she was hastily grabbed by tentacles and forced into Bellerosa’s cuddly embrace. “You cheeky fuck! How dare you use my weakness against me?”

Chuckling, Valius settled into Belle’s breasts, smiling. “Well, you know what they say… All is fair in love and war…”

Giggling, Belle responded, “Still going to ask Mary to give you the ribbed strap.”

Closing her eyes, Valius whispered, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[bitingthehandthatfeedsyouu]

Link to my latest fanfiction, "Girls on Film"! feel free to check out

[bisexualchrisredfield]

finally writing this out after procrastinating. i was in the gym and i was thinking about how awesome it would be to attend a bodybuilding gym as a transmasc dude, to walk in and have everybody there staring and gawking at me as the smallest person there. taking pity on me, they would show me the ropes, teaching me how to use the various machinery, sharing their routines and diets and encouraging me to keep up this hobby, this new lifestyle. naturally, being the new kid in the gym, i'd be shy, slow to open up, saying nary but a 'thanks'. but going down to the gym is the highlight of my day-the never-ending kindness they show me helps me break out of my shell, and the hot and toned bodies surrounding me is simply another factor in my consistency.

little do i know, as soon as the other members, trainers and staff spot me heading down the street to the gym, they begin quarrelling among each other about who would first greet me at the door, who would chat to me about my day, offer to spot me for my bench press or squats, share tips about the best way to grow the back, be with me. their kindness isn't a farce but it is not merely an act of building camaraderie with a budding bodybuilder.

i am slow to realise this. i simply smile when four or five people would simultaneously offer to aid me with my deadlift. performing a barbell squat, somebody would slide behind me, placing their hands on my waist under the guise of helping me to "steady my core". struggling to heave a dumbbell over my head for a chest move, i would suddenly receive two hands on my chest, feeling my tits, a low voice telling me to puff out my pectorals, to not lock my shoulders, how good of a job i've been doing.

everybody gets excited when i'm figuring out poses in front of the mirror. my face flushes, turns red when i am surrounded at once by numerous eager bodybuilders, trainers and gym employees. they physically guide me through beginner poses, moulding my arms and legs, touching my chest, shoulders, hips and waist. somebody smacks my ass, another grasps both asscheeks, remarking how my glutes and hamstrings have grown. a trainer cups my tits from behind, cooing at the promise i purportedly have for an upcoming competition. as multiple hands grope at me hungrily, removing my clothes to reveal my growing muscles, a hand tugs my face roughly toward the direction of the mirror.

"you should be proud of yourself, kid."

they get bolder. i am caught off guard by the incident, yet i find myself going to the gym even on rest days. some of them work with me on my mobility, bending me over and stretching me, not bothering to hide their smirks when i wince in pain from being pushed down in a 'frog' position-a hip opener. i can't conduct a single set without a flock of them in the near vicinity, hands and eyes on me, chiding me on improper form, instructing me to not flare out my elbows, keep my chest out, pelvis tucked, not to focus on them but on the exercise.

at the end of every workout, they drag me into the back of the gym and tug my clothes off. some criticise me, jabbing at my thighs and abdomen. others heap praises on me, caressing my face and hips, planting kisses everywhere. moans and sighs are teased out of me as hands work on my sweaty, sore flesh and dip into my cunt and ass. more and more of them are grinding on me now. i don't know who has their tongue wrapped around mine, who is taking turns eating me out, and i don't care, a gauze of lust wrapped over my eyes, breaths growing short and sharp. just as suddenly, i'm shoved onto the mats and one of them begins fucking me. the others use my hands and mouth to jerk off.

i leave the gym long after closing time, stinking of sweat and cum, bruises and scratches all over. i wonder if all the added cardio will affect my gains

[shorthorny-boytoy]

Thinking abt this short oc story I wrote where 3-4 catgirl assassins basically try to collect some kind of archive from the dragon kingdom

But then one of them is snatched away and interrogated, but she doesn't rlly? Care too much as they're just there t9 get smtn so she spills everyth8ng and the dragon interrogating her is like "oh...uh well then"

She complains for a bit cuz shes in heat and she just wants to go back and find a way to get off, so the dragon, in return for her cooperation, offers that he helps her with that little heat problem

Because she rlly has nothing better to, she agrees to fuck him. Mind you it's not like she's never had sex before so to her it's just a casual thing but by God, the cock of someone much larger than her made it so much better

[I'm just rambling but God i Wana rewrite it and somehow turn it into a proper oc story]

[piratecore-art]

Something for my new AU.

[master-xochimilli]

I adore how stupid and pathetic pets look when being bred, the glazed eyes, drooly mouths, those little twitches in their legs when you pound them in just the right spot... such a pretty little thing, all fuzzy and drunk on my cock, unable to do more than moan and make pathetic whimpers as I have my fill~