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kabr0ztrousers · 6 months ago

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Kabr0z Writes Episode 28: Mountain Oni

Find the rest of the anthology here!

CWs: Masc!Reader; Femdom; foot fetish; face sitting; cockwarming;

Sorry to the anon who requested this one! Tumblr suppressed it so I've had to reup and it won't be in the same format as the rest of the requests!

Don't forget! You can send an ask or a dm to request a story! It can be as non-existent as anon here, or as detailed as one of the requests from episodes 25-27. If you send it, it'll probably get written! Hell, tomorrow's episode is a part 2 to an episode I wasn't expecting to return to, because one anon loved it so much

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The weather had turned. What was meant to be a pleasant hike had turned into a mountainside blizzard in a matter of minutes with no warning. Your boots are somehow still gripping to the snow-covered path as you struggle down the trail. You spot an alcove ahead of you, sheltered from the icy wind and driving snow.

You duck inside, this isn't an alcove, it's a proper cave. You fish your torch out of your backpack, never hurts to come prepared as they say, and go a few meters in. The air is still cold here, but nowhere near as bad. You can feel your face defrosting as you pull out a camp stove and a paraffin can. Securing a tarp over the cave mouth to keep the wind out and the heat in, you light the stove and sit down. Provided you don't wind up totally snowed in the rescue teams will be able to find you when the storm passes, you made sure people knew you were climbing this trail today and you have a couple of road flares with you, just in case.

You set your dinner on the stove, a can of beans, and wind up your lamp, settling in for the evening bundled in your coat. The food is predictably not great. You were hoping to reach the halfway point where you know of a hostel normally frequented by more serious climbers before they attempt the summit. The plan was to eat there then come back, reaching the foot of the mountain, and your car, by nightfall. That plan was thoroughly scuppered when the clouds rolled in, never mind the sudden whiteout that followed them. On reflection, September was the wrong time to try this, but you just had to wait until the quiet season.

Movement. In the corner of your vision, coming from the tarp. You moved the rocks holding it down and pulled a corner up. If it's a raccoon then you can deal with that, you're not risking leaving someone out in this weather. Plus some conversation would make it a little easier to pass the time.

A woman stepped in. Terribly dressed for the weather. A purple silk kimono and a paper umbrella, she was even wearing geta, her bare feet visible on top and the wooden pegs clopping on the stone floor as she stepped in with the grace of a gymnast. You stared at her as she stepped past you, seemingly oblivious to your presence. She regarded the camping stove, her back facing you.

"You intend to stay the night."

That wasn't a question, or at least she didn't sound like it was

"Yes, the weather's too bad to make the bottom in time"

She looked at the mouth of the cave, and you saw her face. She's bright red, like the most severe sunburn you've ever seen, but what surprises you more are the slender horns sprouting from her head. Long and straight, they start the same vibrant red as her face, gradually turning a deeper purplish shade as they pass through her pin-straight raven hair.

Her face lifts into a smirk and she looks at you for the first time since walking in here "So, you thought you'd come into my home without asking?"

You'd heard of strange creatures living in these mountains. Normally they're described as monsters; huge hulking beasts that would swallow you whole if you weren't polite. Probably not worth mouthing off to this woman, best case scenario you'll still have to spend the night in here together.

"I thought it was vacant when I came in" You offer a small bow, can't hurt, right?

She's beside you now, covering the few meters in a single step "Well, I can't exactly turn you away. You can stay here if you want, but you need to do something for me"

"What do you want? I've got some crackers in my bag if you like"

Her laughter fills the cave "If I wanted a meal, I have a tasty human freshly arrived in my larder. No, I think you'll rather enjoy what I want"

With a breath, you're on the ground. She's standing over you. One wooden sandal presses your sternum, flattening you and pinning you in place. Her foot slips free and dangles in front of your face "Kiss it, dog"

You look up at her, and get a light kick to the jaw in return "who said you could look at me? Lick my feet" You did as you were told, kissing her toes one by one and licking the sole of her foot as she forced it into your face.

"Oh? What's this" Her foot shot away from your face and pressed down on your growing bulge "A woman pins you down, steps on you, and you get hard? Pervert" More giggles as she rubs the shape of your cock up and down in your pants. She started working at your waistband with her toes, pulling down your pants, exposing your cock to the freezing air. You gasp at the cold hitting your semi hard shaft, only fuelling her laughter

"Aww, not used to the weather are you? Maybe I should help warm you up" She steps over you, positioning her bare feet either side of your head, ankles holding your face upright. You can see straight up her kimono, she's not wearing anything underneath. You can see her skin is the same shade of red all the way up her smooth legs, getting a little darker around her pussy

She squats down over you, pressing her cunt against your mouth and nose "eat, and you get to breathe"

You don't need to be told twice. You start licking her clit and pussy, tasting the warm, sweet juices coming from it. You feel a soft hand stroke your cock, gripping just enough to pull back your foreskin before releasing it. You lick faster, pushing your tongue up into her as she grinds her hips on your face, making sure to get herself off while she toys with you.

You can feel her start to orgasm above you, her rubbing becoming more insistent and her breathing speeding up. She grabs your cock properly and starts jerking it, the other hand on your chest to prop her up as she starts moaning and pulsing against your face. Sticky-sweet girlcum coats your face as she rides you harder, already sounding halfway to her next. You're not far behind either, you can feel wetness seeping out of the end of your cock. The hand on your cock moves away "You taste good, human, but I'm not done with you yet"

You feel her cum again, her body shaking and pressing down harder on you, stopping you breathing. Your twitching cock still wet and hard in the cold, the feeling of closeness in your balls gradually subsiding without her rubbing your cock.

"Don't you dare stop, dog" she warns you as she leans forwards. You feel a long, coiling tongue on your cock, gently licking up the length of it as you kept your mouth against her cunt. You can feel your balls tightening again as she tapers off licking you, keeping you leaking and on-edge as she draws to another shaking orgasm on top of you. She rolls her hips, rubbing her clit on you before standing back up, planting another foot on you to keep you on the floor "Have you been a good guest?" She asks, every word mocking you

"Yes" you gasp, desperate for release

"Does the dog want a reward?" She turns to face you, digging in her heel as she spins on it, driving the breath from you

"Yes~" you moan, looking up at her face as she stands over you

"Beg"

You beg. Pleading and grovelling before the woman stood on your chest as her smile grows and she squats on top of you again, opening her kimono and exposing her naked body to you, her small tits and tight waist now visible to you as your hands explore the skin of her torso. She rubs herself on your cock, spreading her juices on it before slipping it inside. Her pussy was soft inside and still pulsing from her earlier orgasms

"I'll make you a bet, if I cum first, you get to leave here alive" her teeth flashing in the lamplight "If you cum first, I eat you"

She isn't going easy on you. Riding you hard, reaching behind her to grab your balls with her hand. You gasp and thrust into her, already an inch away trying desperately not to cum before her. You grip her slim waist with one hand and thumb her clit with the other. You feel her clench against you and thrust up harder, fucking in time with her rocking on you and making her screw her eyes shut, moaning and gasping with every motion.

You feel her cum on top of you, crying out as she does. You let yourself go, pumping your load into her as she holds your hands to her clit and her breasts before lying down on you and hugging you "I'm glad I don't have to eat you. You're comfy"

You lie there, heart pounding, cock softening in her cunt as you feel your fluids start to drip out onto your clothes, and hear her start to snore softly.

You wake up. The cave is dark, and silent. You are alone.

You shift the tarp from the cave entrance. There's still snow on the ground, but the alcove is sheltered, so you're not buried in here.

The powder is smooth, undisturbed, but for the imprints of those wooden-soled sandals. You write your name, and your address on a scrap of paper, and tuck it under your lamp, leaving it behind as you go.

Perhaps she might drop by and be your guest next time

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A/N: The prompt was a bit vague, so I hope I did it justice, and I left this open for a part 2 should the mood take me! Tomorrow's episode is a followup on a previous story never intended to have a part 2, but it got one anon so entranced they asked me to write it. Let's see if I can keep it hot and not horrific, though having said that I've seen what you people like.

Remember, if you like something and want me to write about it, be it a scenario, a fetish, whatever, send me a DM or an ask and it'll probably get written!

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kabr0ztrousers · 4 months ago

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Can I see the chitnids taken down a notch and the two humans from Disciplinary Action escape? I wanna see the reader and that guy get a happy ending in more ways than one 😘

Kabr0z Writes episode 65: Escape Attempt

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: oral sex; drugs mentioned; slavery mentioned; pregnancy; space flight; suffocation mentioned;

A/N: Well, I have a feeling this is going to be another one of those stories that instead of being straight porn winds up being a completely different genre before the plot, the timeframe, and the demands of the format start grinding against one another and people start to fuck.

Ah, well, let's watch two people escape from some aliens then fuck each other's brains out.

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You touched the module, buried in the flesh at the base of your skull. Your master didn't activate it often, preferring to use the threat of it to force your compliance rather than actually reducing you to a heap of inert limbs and drooling flesh. It was a gilded cage in which you lived, but the bars held you even if they weren't visible. At least you had company.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Zane looked over to you. The scars on his skin never really faded from his previous owner's attentions, but his clothes were at least more pleasant for him now. Leather straps and gag replaced with flowing silks and bracelets. You'd started calling each other pet names almost exclusively, your owner read a few schlocky romance novels when he bought Zane and took them as though they were textbooks. He knew how humans fucked though, and made sure you did at least three or four times a week, dosing you both with the Chitinid aphrodisiac drugs and turning you loose on one another to rut until they wore off.

"I'm fine," you lied "Just need to get out of here" You weren't fine. Your period was late. Hell, it was AWOL last month, and you definitely should be feeling the start of this month's by now. There's no doubt, you were carrying Zane's child

He sighed "I know. Me too. Not that I don't like spending time together, I could've been in for much worse, but the thought of having a family for that... That bug."

You stroked his arm, cuddling into the crook of his neck. You held one another close, feeling each other's skin.

He looked at you "I have a plan. It's a bad one, and it's super risky, but it's a plan."

"Go on"

He nodded "We're headed to a jump gate. Thing is, this one comes out outside of Chitinid space. With any luck, we'll be able to drop an escape pod mid-flight, come out before the mothership and claim political asylum"

He wasn't kidding, that was an awful plan. If you failed... Well, best case scenario if you failed was the collar. Worst case would probably also involve the collar, come to think of it.

"I'm in. What's the play?"

Zane explained his plan. It was remarkably simple but relied on some assumptions. Firstly, it assumed this ship worked like his old master's. On that one, when it was in Witchspace it lost most of its peripheral systems as processing power diverted to navigation. Secondly, it assumed the collar modules in both of your spines would be considered peripheral systems, or at least low enough priority to take offline. Thirdly, that the idea of political asylum existed outside Earth history books.

Finally, and this is the kicker, it relied on an escape pod jettisoned at superluminal velocity into Witchspace both not immediately shredding into stardust and actually winding up in the vicinity of where you hoped to be.

"That's damn risky, Zane" Skeptical wasn't the word

He grinned, "What's the other option? That baby you're trying to hide not knowing a single day of freedom?" He smiled at you, taking your hand "I know enough, you haven't used any pads for almost two months."

You couldn't argue with that. You started to plan.

Step 1 was to wait, and watch. The PA system was punctual, as ever, so you knew exactly when the jump would be upon you. The trick was making sure you could find a pod bay where a janitor wouldn't be there. Thankfully, there's only two. One spilled glass of wine and a bug with a mop will be there.

Two minutes to the gate. The portside pods were unguarded. You waited together there, the wave of sickness coming over both of you at once as you entered Witchspace, normalising back down as causality fields erected within the hull of the ship.

Now's the time.

Zane grabbed the hatch wheel of a pod and turned heartily.

You waited for the collar.

It didn't happen. Your limbs remained yours, even as the pod door swung open. You climbed in with Zane, the close confines designed for the short Chitinid frame squeezing you close to one another.

The hatch swung closed, you looked at each other. You hit the button.

Acceleration. The pod hurtled on rails. G-force gave way to weightlessness. The pod left the causality field. You gained speed, the ship lagging behind you.

It's working.

No causality field means you travel faster, but your computer doesn't work, nor does anything it controls. Both of you held your breath. Pods don't hold much air, and with no computer the circulation wasn't running.

The pod was still accelerating. The ship lagged behind as you reached dizzying speed. The pod stretched across the altered spacetime, elongating as it sped up faster at the front than the back.

You hit the opposing gate like a train hitting a hill. Space crumpled and you slammed into yourself as regular spacetime causality reasserted itself. The computer bleeped to life, fresh air replacing stale as you hammered the SOS call button.

A ship answered your hail, a grey bulbous-headed alien on the screen, looking for all the world like a stereotypical Roswell martian. The alien spoke

"Greetings, you look like humans, is that correct?"

You stared, open-mouthed. The alien repeated itself, you assume in Spanish, before Zane spoke

"Humans! Yes! We request political asylum from the Chitinids!"

"Acknowledged, Chitinid vessel is expected in 90 Terran minutes, we'll have a dropship to you in 60. Welcome to the Vezzik Star League"

You'd made it.

You'd actually fucking made it!

You kissed Zane, holding his face to yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Wanna celebrate?"

"We've got time"

The silks did nothing to cover either of you. His cock was already starting to stand to attention as you grabbed it, jerking it as he stuck a pair of fingers between your thighs to stroke your moistening folds. You hit the gravity control, you started to float up as you repositioned, his head between your thighs and yours between his.

You licked and sucked on each other, your tongue teasing the end of his cock as he sucked your clit, fingers pressing into you as you rolled his balls in your hand. Your moans and grunts mingled, filling the capsule with the sounds of your pleasure.

His hands gripped your waist as he rotated you, swinging you around to put his cock at your entrance.

"Nice to do this sober for a change"

You gasped as he entered you, fingers still working your clit as his hips thrust again and again. You held your tits, still swollen and plump from the party when you met. Drops of milk leaked from you as you kneaded your soft flesh. Your orgasm rolled over you, gentle waves of sensation building as hos fingers worked over you, the delicious friction of his cock inside you adding to the feelings which overwhelmed your mind.

He pushed in harder, feeling your orgasm around him as he sprayed his seed at your already-occupied womb, the warmth filling you with a need to be held, to be loved by this man whom fate gave you, and who gave you your freedom in kind.

You stayed in each other's arms, the climate controlled pod keeping you safe and warm until the Vezzik ship scooped you up out of the blackness and into a hangar bay.

You're free at last

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Yeah, I liked that one, but was it hot? I don't know.

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