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terzosboyfriend · 5 months

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Alright I know I posted a poll but I can’t keep Crack fic to myself so

Warning

Pegging

Riding

Anal sex

Tying and Gagging

Mean dom

Swiss and Dew are Assholes who had to watch an old man get pegged so

Mean Dom Cumulus plus special guest

Cumulus X Nihil

“What now?” She said as Swiss fell at her feet. “We may have tore up Imperator’s car and now she is mad.” Swiss is between laughing and crying.

“Fine, I will cover for you, but this is the last time Boys.” She glared a glare that they didn’t know she had. “Yeah, we won’t ask anymore.” Dew replied tucking his tail back.

Imperator sat in her room as Cumulus knocked. “Come in.” Imperator’s voice rang with some venom. As Cumulus entered, Her face softened. “Ma’am, I apologize I took your car and.” She looked down. “Didn’t get a chance to clean it when I brought it back.”

Imperator sighed. “Hun, you should have asked.” Her face looked at the ghoulette. “You are still going to get a punishment but I will go easy on you.” She got two glasses of water. “A week of taking care of Papa Nihil, Now it may not seem like punishment but it is something you can do for me.”

Cumulus nodded and took the water. “Just make sure he stays out of trouble and behaves himself.” She asked as she has done this multiple times before. “Yeah, he does have new medications.” Imperator handed her a list and took her hand.

“Next time you want to drive Hun, ask first, I don’t mind you driving but you could have been hurt badly and we would have lost a good ghoul.” Imperator kissed her forehead. “Now go to Papa and watch him for me.” Cumulus nodded and headed to Nihil’s room.

Nihil sat at his typewriter and sighed as his eyes betrayed him to work it. Just then a soft knock came to him. “Come in.” He grumbled.

Cumulus entered and he looked at her. “Sister sent you, didn’t she?” His eyes brightened a bit at the sight of her. “Yes. This is my punishment and your reward I guess.” She giggled softly.

“Well anything is better than those damn nurses and siblings who can’t sing.” He rose to his feet and wandered over to the ghoulette. “Do you mind walking with me in the garden? I need fresh air, this canned stuff is nasty.”

“Yes, we can.” She smiled and lead him to the garden. They walked for a few hours and then sat to have lunch. “You have some medicine at lunch, Papa.” Cumulus handed him some pills.

After lunch, they went back to his room. “Sister?” Nihil asked as if the time had reversed. Cumulus looked at him, as a smile that seem like he had seen an old friend. “Sister you are as lovely as the day I lost you.” He pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek.

Cumulus grabbed his hand. “Papa it is Cumulus, not sister.” Which snapped him back to present. “My apologies dear, sometimes my memory isn’t the best.” Cumulus smiled. “That’s alright Papa, you go rest, and I’ll be back in a bit.”

Cumulus went back to the den to change clothes and grab some changes. Dew and Swiss were playing a card game. “So taking care of the old man?” Swiss grinned. “Imp has such a sweet spot for you, I bet you can peg him and she be ok with it.” He laughed as Dew smirked. “Yeah Maybe you should peg him.” Dew shouted as Copia walked in.

“Boys!” Copia said “Leave the poor girl alone, she is covering your mess, I know it was you two not her. So be nice.” Copia lead her back to the guest room of Nihil’s suite. “Don’t let the boys do this to you Cumulus, you don’t have to cover for them.”

“I know but I got plans for them.” She smirked and went in the room. After an hour, she heard Nihil get up and move to the kitchen. “Sister please.” He said as he fumbled in the room. Cumulus goes to the kitchen to help him. “Papa? Are you alright?” She brought him to the couch and gave him some water.

“Papa, Sister is in a meeting.” She ran a hand down his face and curled close to him. He sat there and than returned to reality. He curls up to her. “I don’t like losing myself. Do you mind if we watch something together?” So they sat and watched Madagascar.

After a bit, Nihil fell asleep and Imperator walked in. “Madagascar? Should’ve known he do this.” She sat besides the two. “So was it Dew and Swiss?” She questioned.

Cumulus looked shocked “No I did.” Imperator smirked “Don’t worry about them, I’m not sending them back.” Shs stated and got up. “But you can get them back. I’m sure Papa wouldn’t mind.”

The next day Cumulus got an idea and as soon as she could she ran back to her dorm. Cirrus caught her “hey girlie whatcha doing?” She asked. “Getting ready for something.” Cumulus shot her an evil grin. Cirrus smirked “need some help?”

“Yes, get Swiss and Dew and tie them in Nihil’s room, they keep causing trouble and Papa needs a relaxing time.” Cirrus’ eyes widen. “You are going to kill 3 birds with one stone huh?” She gathered the ropes and ties for the boys.

After an hour or so, Cumulus returned and gave Nihil some pain meds. “Papa have you ever thought about being with a ghoulette?” She asked as they ate some food. Nihil looked shocked. “Actually yes.” He stared at her. “Would you like to be with me for a bit?” She moved closer and sat between his knees.

“I have some ideas for us.” She smirked and ran her hands up his thighs. “Are you willing?” Nihil’s cock jumped at this. “Sì.” With that she lead him to the bedroom where the boys were tied. “I hope you don’t mind an audience Papa.” She said as the boys muffled again their gags.

“Of course not makes it more interesting.” He said as he pushed his robes off. “Good, now tell me have you ever been pegged?” Cumulus threw her clothes off and kissed him on the lips. The boys squinted and squirmed trying to look away.

Nihil pulled back. “Once but that was long ago.” He shuffled back to the bed. Cumulus stepped into her hot pink strap on. Dew was squeezing his thighs together, he wished it was him getting it.

Cumulus climbed onto Nihil and started sucking on his neck leaving marks similar to the one Swiss was wearing. Nihil moaned and leaned into her touch. She ran a finger around his rim and sank it in. Dew and Swiss moaned against their gags.

“Be a good Papa and get mommy’s dick ready.” She hands him a bottle of lube as she sinks another finger in. He moans and starts pumping the dildo, feeling the ridges and lumps in his hand. After about 5 minutes, Cumulus added another finger in causing Nihil to lose his thoughts and buried his head into her shoulder.

“Good Papa, ready for my cock in you?” She asked and looked at the boys who are already half hard. He laid down with his ass towards her, letting her toy with his prostate as long as she wanted. When she was ready, she pulled his hips back and slammed hard against him.

He moaned as she thrust gripping the sheet below. “Take it you Slut.” She shouted at him as he whimpered. “Yes Sister.” He moaned buring his face into the mattress. Dew rocked his chair over trying to see as Cumulus’ cock disappeared in Nihil.

“Boys stay where you are or else.” She snapped at them. Their eyes filled with fear that this is a side of her they have never seen. Nihil squirmed and begged for release. She wasn’t going to give it to him easy. She grabbed his waist and flipped him over, pounding hard and fast. “Wanna cum? Wanna cover me?” She asked and he nodded. She pulled out and sat him against the headboard. The air from his lungs escaping quicker than it could be refilled.

She straddled him with her back to his chest and watched the boys as she sank on to his hardened cock. She whispered in Nihil’s ear. “Show them what they want.” He put his head on her shoulder and gave a weak thrust giving her enough momentum to ride him.

Swiss and Dew watched as she took him. “Don’t cum unless they do first.” She growled at Nihil as his cock reached all the right spots in her. She felt the band in her tightening but rode relentlessly. After a while, she grabbed the glass dildo from the side table and at the same time starting thrusting into Nihil again. He moaned and threw his head back.

Swiss started to rut against the chair, looking for friction of some kind, it should be him on that bed he thought. Dew saw what he was doing and started too. Soon both couldn’t take it anymore and begged for freedom, but stuck. They soon found themselves pasing out fron the built up energy.

Nihil continued to thrust. “Please, My lady, let me cum.” He begged. “Then cum.” Cumulus ordered as she clenched around him. He split his cum all in her and leaned against her frame.

Just then Copia and Imperator walked in. “I going to guess you gave them heart attacks?” Imperator asked smiling at the couple. “Well they deserved it.” She pulled the shocked Copia out and ordered some ghouls to grab Swiss and Dew.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough for you Papa.” She slid off him and went to clean him. “No, you were prefect.” He laid back on the bed. “Let me clean you first.” He took her cock in his mouth and made quick work of it and then pulled her to his face. Eating her like a starved man, taking all of his seed back. She moaned as his tongue entered her over and over again.

After a while, she felt him stop and lifted herself to check on him. Nihil was asleep with slick and cum all over his face. She cleaned him up and slid under the covers next to him.

After the week had finished, Swiss and Dew sat in the hallway as Cumulus bid her farewell to Nihil. “You boys going to behave or do I need to do the same thing to you two?” Swiss spoke “we are sorry for acting like idiots and having you cover us.” Dew looked at her “but do you mind if you gave me mean Cumulus sometimes?” Swiss smacked him.

“Maybe if you’re good.” She said and walked back to her dorm. The boys trailing her all the way. Imperator and Nihil smirking from the doorway. “Can you have her watch me more often Sister?” Nihil asked. “Nope, you’re stuck with me. Get over it.” Nihil smiled “Yes sister.”

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terzosboyfriend · 5 months

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Alright I know I posted a poll but I can’t keep Crack fic to myself so

Warning

Pegging

Riding

Anal sex

Tying and Gagging

Mean dom

Swiss and Dew are Assholes who had to watch an old man get pegged so

Mean Dom Cumulus plus special guest

Cumulus X Nihil

“What now?” She said as Swiss fell at her feet. “We may have tore up Imperator’s car and now she is mad.” Swiss is between laughing and crying.

“Fine, I will cover for you, but this is the last time Boys.” She glared a glare that they didn’t know she had. “Yeah, we won’t ask anymore.” Dew replied tucking his tail back.

Nihil sat at his typewriter and sighed as his eyes betrayed him to work it. Just then a soft knock came to him. “Come in.” He grumbled.

Cumulus entered and he looked at her. “Sister sent you, didn’t she?” His eyes brightened a bit at the sight of her. “Yes. This is my punishment and your reward I guess.” She giggled softly.

“Yes, we can.” She smiled and lead him to the garden. They walked for a few hours and then sat to have lunch. “You have some medicine at lunch, Papa.” Cumulus handed him some pills.

“Boys!” Copia said “Leave the poor girl alone, she is covering your mess, I know it was you two not her. So be nice.” Copia lead her back to the guest room of Nihil’s suite. “Don��t let the boys do this to you Cumulus, you don’t have to cover for them.”

After a bit, Nihil fell asleep and Imperator walked in. “Madagascar? Should’ve known he do this.” She sat besides the two. “So was it Dew and Swiss?” She questioned.

Nihil pulled back. “Once but that was long ago.” He shuffled back to the bed. Cumulus stepped into her hot pink strap on. Dew was squeezing his thighs together, he wished it was him getting it.

Nihil continued to thrust. “Please, My lady, let me cum.” He begged. “Then cum.” Cumulus ordered as she clenched around him. He split his cum all in her and leaned against her frame.

After a while, she felt him stop and lifted herself to check on him. Nihil was asleep with slick and cum all over his face. She cleaned him up and slid under the covers next to him.

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terzosboyfriend · 5 months

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could you get started on rain fucking himself with his tentacle cock though? i need it for science

Of COURSE I CAN. 800 words of: tentacle dick Rain. Intersex Rain? Monster genitals?(He's got a tentacle and a cunt). Masturbation. Tentacle sex. Rain just being really into himself. Unedited self indulgent porn.

tagging @forlorn-crows ♥ because I know how much you love tentacle haver Rain.

Rain’s favorite place to do this is the bath. No mess to clean up later. No worry that someone is interrupt. Just a locked door. His big bath filled with water just this side of too hot. And himself. He starts slow. Fingers dragging over the place where his flesh splits, feeling the slight bulge there, growing steadily the more he pets.

He’s gentle at first, petting. Long, soft, strokes as the flesh warms up and starts to leak. Slick and slippery under his fingers. The seam opening up a little more with each delicate pass. He could just let it out, but it’s more fun to draw it out, to take his time.

He dips his fingers a little lower, dragging into soft slick folds, circling the opening there. Dipping one lithe finger inside just to feel the warm velvet of himself. Then he pulls back up. Slips to fingers into the widening slit where a human cock would sit and touches the pads of his fingers to the warm wet appendage coming to life inside.

It slips free, unfurling into the tub. Longer than any humanoid dick he’s ever seen. Tapered to a soft point at the end, widening gradually all the way down until it meets his pelvis. It has the same bluish hue as the rest of his skin–but a little darker. Edging toward indigo. The bottom is lined with lighter blue suckers that grip his palm as he touches it.

He closes his eyes then, tips his head back against the rim of the tub, and lets it wander. He rests one hand on his thigh, the other over his chest. Feeling the slow uptick of his heart’s rhythm as the tentacle moves. Pressing that soft end over the inside of his thigh.

It’s a sensation he never gets sick of. He’s doing all of it, but it still feels like someone else’s touch somehow. He breaks out into goosebumps despite the heat of the water. He sinks further into it, chin hovering just over the surface, curls getting damp at the ends.

He thinks about the marks he can leave on himself–or on others. A series of round bruises on an arm, a thigh, a belly.

The hand on his chest drags a little lower and his fingers find his nipple, pinching, just as his cock slips up and through his folds. Petting over slick, swollen skin. Circling the entrance.

Someday, he’ll install a mirror on the ceiling above his bathtub so he can watch. So he can slit his eyes open and see the way he breaches himself. Tentacle undulating as it presses inside, deeper and deeper until that narrow tip can pet over the front wall.

Rain keens with it–unprepared for the pleasure. Always taken by surprise at how good it feels when he does this. Everything doubling as he feels himself clench around his own cock. He crooks the end just so, and starts to thrust. Each pass making him whimper. Breathing coming out in harsh pants as he picks up speed.

He digs his nails so hard into his thigh he knows he’ll leave marks, but he barely feels it amidst all the other pleasure. He rolls his nipple between his fingers, digs his teeth into his bottom lip until he’s sure he’s going to draw blood.

Some days, he drags this part out too. Works himself up over and over again, pulling back just before he cums. Allowing the pressure to build, to crest. Letting himself hover just at the edge where even just one rogue thought would be enough to send him over.

But he doesn’t feel like doing that today. He can feel himself fluttering, clenching down rhythmically as he gets closer and closer. Suction cups latching onto spots inside of him that make him want to wail. Sweat breaks out on his temples. His voice echoes through his bathroom. High pitched and breathy–desperate.

He cums with a shout. Body going tense and taught, toes curling against the porcelain. Head craned back as far as it will go as he rides out each twitch and clench of his body. It seems to last forever, suspended in bliss as his body wrings every ounce of pleasure from him.

He sags back into the tub, panting. Dragging a hand through his wet curls. Chest heaving with each breath as he looks up at the ceiling, still throbbing.

He closes his eyes again, breathes out, muscles going boneless. The tip of the tentacle traces up and down his thigh, closer and closer to oversensitive folds with each pass. Still pulsing with need. He circles the entrance again, hissing with overstimulation as the tip dips in and back out again–testing the waters.

Rain heaves in a shaking breath. “One more.”

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terzosboyfriend · 5 months

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I RAN HERE FROM THE FIC

SELF FUCKING. OKAY? OKAY.

W-WHAT ABOUT....ABOUT...AUTO FELLATIO? WITH THE TENTACLE?

COMETTTTTT

HEY! WAIT! I hhnngghgjksdahf;sdlfasdflah;feaswf3wqkaj;fsdf. He could totally reach. It's long enough, can stretch enough. Bet he shows up at breakfast with little sucker bruises on his throat and jaw--one right at the corner of his mouth. Lips still a little swollen. Just don't think about Rain falling asleep with the taste of himself on his tongue.

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terzosboyfriend · 5 months

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Primo x Reader (Tillandsia Bulbosa)

+18 CONTENT NOT FOR MINORS. MINORS KEEP SCROLLING

Pairing: Primo x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Plant Aphrodisiacs so dubcon. Plant Tentacles.

Summary: Your search for welcome home presents for the band leads you into the vines of a plant with a salacious appetite. Maybe you shouldn't have stolen from Primo's garden: he thinks you'll make an excellent host.

Word Count: 2,438

Notes: I am continuing my AO3 migration of works written before I created this account. Enjoy!

AO3 Link

Clip. The pruning shears cut through another yellow rose. You'd snipped it near the base of the prickly bush so it'd be extra long, matching the others. So far you had collected 11, just one short of your bouquet for Aether.

All the ghouls, ghoulettes, and Papa were coming home to the Ministry from their latest tour leg. Your bank account was sitting at zero, so you had to get creative for the homecoming party. Raiding Primo's garden was the only solution, especially since the gifts needed to be over the top with their latest success.

Clip. The final rose fell into your hand. Fishing into the pocket of your habit, you pulled out a turquoise satin ribbon you'd nicked from the costuming department. You tied a pretty bow around the thorny stems and began the hunt for your next gift.

Sodo would probably like something fun and spikey. Walking the gravel paths, you searched for something to please the feisty ghoul. There were so many different plants and flowers, growing into the walking path as if they were begging to be chosen. None of them seemed to speak to you, so you kept looking.

Past a bush of hydrangeas, you noticed a worn wooden and glass door. The peeling paint on the glass read "Exotics" and something else that was no longer legible.

That's exactly what I need!

Creaking the door open, a rush of humid air clung to your face. It was warmer inside this section of the greenhouse and you found yourself wondering how the temperature controls of it worked. The heat acted like steroids to these plants, Monstera leaves the size of your torso fluttering from the air pressure change.

Closing the door behind you, you looked for something reasonably sized and not too conspicuous. While you wanted to wow, you weren't looking to raise any investigations into prized plant disappearances. A few Birds of Paradise should do the trick.

Batting away tropical fronds, a curious flower caught your eye. Red tendrils curled and swirled, tangling with each other and the green tendrils that must have been its leaves. It was an impressive sight, reminding you of a blown glass sculpture you'd once seen.

Carefully, you reached out to touch it, dying to know what it felt like. To your surprise, one of the red tendrils curled around your pinky. It must have been one of those moving plants, like a Venus Flytrap or Morning Glory. While it was cute, you needed to untangle the tendril and continue your search.

No sooner had the bouquet of yellow roses touched the wooden edge of the plant bed, than another tendril, this time green, wound its way around your wrist. Prying it up proved to be impossible, so you tried tugging.

The plant gripped tighter with each pull to its tendrils. You turned back, looking for where you'd set your pruning shears: if it wasn’t going to come off willingly, you'd cut the damn thing off. The pruning shears were on the bed opposite your clingy plant.

Your ankle caught on something as you tried to walk over. Horror filled your body at the sight of two thick vines wrapped around both ankles.

Heart quickening, you struggled harder and harder, trying desperately to reach those life-saving shears as more and more vines wrapped around your body. You were going to meet your Dark Lord below. There was only one reason a plant didn't let go of its prey.

"Help!" you cried out. It was a long shot attempt to be saved as you'd specifically snuck in during lunchtime when everyone would be in the cafeteria.

You were at least 3 feet in the air now, probably about to be thrown into the plant's hidden maw, when you felt the vine curl further up your leg to rest on your ass. There was a prickly sensation as it pressed harder into the flesh, but it quickly subsided, a wave of calm passing over you.

More tendrils extended from the plant and you watched in spaced-out fascination as they snaked into your habit. They pulled and ripped at seams and fabric, soon leaving you bare.

Usually, you'd be shivering in the cool fall air, but the warmth and humidity of the greenhouse felt like a warm embrace to your naked form. Two flower-tipped tendrils came up to complete the embrace, latching each to a nipple.

A small moan of pleasure escaped, stamens dancing about and around the stiffening peaks. The feeling was unlike any other: touches featherlight but expert as you felt the warmth rapidly pooling in your core.

The third flower against your clit had you pulling at your botanical restraints. The ghosting touches were bringing you closer and closer to your edge, but you needed more. Pussy dripping, you begged the plant for harder stimulation or something to fill the emptiness.

Obliging your whining, a sizable vine crept up, probing the opening of your soaked cunt. The teasing was torturous, hands gripping at the tendrils that restrained them. Satisfied with your state of arousal, it pushed up into you. You whimpered at the girth, perfectly thick and writhing.

Your legs shook helplessly in their plant supports, body wracked with cries for pleasure and mercy.

"I see you've found Tillandsia Bulbosa, little dove."

You should have been embarrassed by your state of undress, but the wriggling of the vine against a sweet spot inside of you was more important.

Trying to form a response, you only managed an unintelligible grunt as the plant thrusted into you, brushing against your cervix.

"There’s a reason this room is off limits. It looks like it’s already administered the aphrodisiac, considering I could hear your cooing from my office on the opposite side of the greenhouse."

His linen gardening robes pooled on the ground as he examined the base of the plant "The seed pod hasn't been deposited yet."

"Seed pod?" you drooled out, trying to focus on the pleasure at hand.

"Sì cara. This is a parasitic plant. It needs a host to reproduce. Usually, it finds a wild animal, but in this case…" He traced a pointed but groomed nail on the skin above the thicket of hair at the apex of your thighs. "Just relax, suora."

Something larger sought permission for entrance into your folds. You struggled, unsure if it would fit. The stretch was tight, and you felt tears prick your eyes.

"Guardami ragazza, you're doing good. Just breathe. The plant gives un anestetico. Breathe."

The stretch stung less the farther the knot traveled inside you. When you were certain it couldn't go any deeper, blunt pressure was applied to your cervix.

Thoughts of fleeing crossed your mind but we're quickly banished by the redoubled efforts of the stamens on your nipples and clit. The vine inside you bent, applying more pressure to where you desperately needed it.

"I'm going to cum," you gasped, almost as if asking the Satanic Pope for permission.

"Vieni. It will help with the placement."

Your walls clenched hard around the vine for what seemed like forever. The teasing had gone on for so long that it would be impossible to know when the pulsating would stop. Joy flooded your bloodstream as the seed pod was pushed into your womb with barely any effort. The pod was a little heavy and felt like a bag of marbles.

You took deep breaths, trying to ground yourself from the intense sensations. The experience had been a lot and you weren't sure how much more you could take.

"Libera la ragazza dai suoi strumenti di contenzione," Primo incanted. Refined hands swirled and dark ribbons of mist took form around the plant.

Slowly, the plant retracted, untangling its tendrils and vines from your body. You rubbed at the indents on your wrist, going to pick up the remnants of your habit.

"We're not done, dove," Primo said.

You turned to see him holding the bouquet of yellow roses for Aether.

"These are from my personal collection aren't they?"

Toying with your shredded habit, you avoid his gaze. It would be best to keep your mouth shut to avoid further incrimination.

"Thou shalt not steal is a commandment made to be broken, child. However, there are... penalties for stealing from my collection."

Were you to be flogged before all your siblings and the ghouls? Perhaps you would be sentenced to weeks of back-breaking garden labor. Both thoughts turned your blood cold.

"It just so happens that I was looking to breed this plant," he said, gesturing to the now docile tendrils. "However, I was in need of a host for it."

Your hand rubbed above your pubic bone, cradling where the seed pod now lay.

"So, I am free to go?"

"No. There is a second step to the reproduction process of Tillandsia Bulbosa. After it has embedded its pod, the pod will secrete mimic hormones until the animal completes the insemination process with another of its species."

Watching him explain it you wanted nothing more than for him to wrap his bony hands around your throat and use you like a needy whore. Clearly, the mimic hormones were fast-acting.

"What does that mean, Papa?" His linen robes felt rough against the palm of your hand. It crossed your mind that perhaps he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"It means that in order to get my seeds in three months, someone needs to inseminate you today."

"You could fuck me, Papa." Lust dripped from your voice as you sank to your knees. You dragged your nails down his thighs, looking up at the man in skull paint to bat your eyes. "Pretty please?"

"Is that what you wish, Suora?"

"More than anything in the world." You nuzzled a cheek against his groin, relishing in the scratch of the fabric.

"Then you shall have it."

Lifting the hem of his robes, you took his semi-hard cock into your mouth. He was big, and you struggled to fit him in your mouth, trying your best to salivate and coat the rest of him with your one hand. The other hand raked nails into his thigh. He staggered back at the contact causing you to curl your tongue in amusement.

He groaned gently, removing his robes so he could better guide your head on his cock. His face was folded in pleasure, cryptic long dead words tumbling from the agape mouth. Hands threaded through your hair as he assisted you in your task.

"Smetti or I will have spent myself down your pretty throat before our task is finished."

Sliding him out of your mouth, you swirled your tongue one last time on the rosy head. His salty precum was so delectable that it upset you that you couldn't swallow the rest of it.

"Don't pout, la mia colomba," he said. "You can still have Papa."

Gravel sticking to your knees, you rose, stroking him eagerly. You wanted to feel him in your veins and filling you more than you already had been.

Gripping your shoulders, Primo turned you away from him. A hand glided down your spine as you felt him compelling you to bend forward. The wood of the planter bed was roughly hewn, and you prayed to Satan that it wouldn't leave splinters in your palms.

Worn hands secured themselves on either side of your hips. You wriggled your ass, testing the strength of the grip and excited at how exposed you were.

Crack.

Stinging sung in the flesh of your bottom. It felt good and you wanted more.

"Be still."

"But I want you to fuck me. I need you to fill me. I feel so empty."

Slowly he sank into you, obliging your wish. "Cara, there is a reason for going slow, but if you want it now I will not deny you."

He was bigger than the vine, but not as big as the seed pod had been. Tilting your hips forward, he bottomed out effortlessly. The head of his cock was nestled behind your cervix, and you felt the seeds inside shifting.

You involuntarily moaned as the marble-like seeds knocked against each other, sending deliciously light vibrations throughout your womb.

"The seed pod of the Tillandsia Bulbosa is not a solid structure." He began rocking himself into you at a slow but steady rhythm, jostling the seeds with each thrust. "This can lead to overstimulation in its host if not careful."

Your nails dug into the wood as you tried to keep your legs up. The seeds swirled and stirred, pushed by Primo's movements. Their vibrations intensified as he picked up the pace.

Screaming, you sank to your knees, taking Primo with you to the ground. Your walls were spasming in irregular spurts with the occasional womb contraction.

"You can take it, my little dove," he groaned. "You will take it for the price you must pay."

Fat wet tears rolled from your cheeks to the gravel. "P-please Papa! Use me! I want your cum inside of me! Please breed me! I- I don't know how much more I can take!"

"We're almost done. Be a good girl for your Papa."

Hips stuttered, moving faster, and your vision became spotty every time he railed into you. You pressed your cheek into the cool gravel, grabbing handfuls of the tiny rocks. This had to be Hell, but you didn't want it to stop.

A few more jolts had Primo roaring, digging his talon-like nails painfully into your hips. You were barely cognizant of anything other than the warmth flooding you slowly.

"Once the insemination process has been completed, the pod interacts with the sperm to create a psychotropic sedative effect. You'll probably want to sleep very shortly. Let's get you to my office."

Pulling out, he redonned his robes and scooped up your torpid form almost effortlessly. Primo was stronger than he appeared, so you didn't feel too guilty lolling your head back to rest on his shoulders.

"Feel so good," you slurred. The slick that coated your inner thighs didn't bother you. It almost felt like a trophy, one that you'd earned through hard work.

"Shhh," he hushed.

The boundaries of sleep and waking had robbed you of the memory of getting to his office. All you knew was that he was laying you down on a cot that was meant for a garden ghoul.

"Sleep, amore," he said, tucking a lightweight blanket over you. "I will go find you new clothes and some nourishment. Rest until then."

The last thing you remembered was the gentle kiss planted to your temple before he left.

Translations:

Sì cara - Yes dear

suora - Sister

Guardami ragazza - Look at me girl

un anestetico - an anesthetic

Vieni - cum

Libera la ragazza dai suoi strumenti di contenzione - Free the girl from her restraints

Smetti - Stop

la mia colomba - my dove

amore - love

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