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Wedding night

(Part 1) (Part 2)

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Do be kind and peg your monster boyfriend from time to time. He needs it.

Full on my Bluesky!

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You found your priest while he was praying during an exorcism one day. The exorcist gave him one task: Pray and do not stop praying. Even as you curled your slick, shadowy tentacles around his legs and neck, as you trailed your clawed hands beneath his shirt, as you wrapped your tail around his waist and pulled his ass against your bulge, as you licked his neck with a long, wet tongue, he prayed. He continued to pray as you slid his trousers down below the swell of his asscheeks and as you lined your huge, pointed head up with his entrance. He prayed as you grabbed his bulge over his pants and pushed inside of him, stretching him painfully. He prayed through gritted teeth when you pushed him to his hands and knees and fucked him like a dog. His prayers began to falter as his hard cocked bobbed with each thrust, and you stopped when the words did. The exorcist yelled at him to keep going, and so he began again, and your thrusts did as well. He prayed and prayed and prayed while you used him like a toy, filling him with load after load, gallons of hot, fertile demon cum, and he prayed through each of his own climaxes, until you got bored with the charade and left him in a pool of seed and the exorcist in a pool of blood.

The house is empty now - it belongs to you - but the priest still finds himself there multiple times a week. He strips down and lies back on the crude altar he erect in your honor, and he sings the lord's prayers with his sweet, sweet voice while you have your way with him. If he stops praying, you stop moving, and so he babbles out lines that are incomprehensible, barely even prayers anymore, even as his brain turns to mush and he's blinded with pleasure.

You found your priest during an exorcism, when his only task was to pray.

And now he prays to you.

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I keep having this idea of like. a slime tentacle creature that starts out small and vulnerable, and it needs a carer to protect it while it grows. It chooses a person based on unknowable qualities -- things the little creature can sense, like hidden desires and abilities, but that the person themselves may not be aware of.

Once it's got its person, they bond permanently. It's a symbiotic relationship that goes both ways. The creature can't speak, but the person understands it.

The little creature's goals are to survive, grow, and multiply. Naturally. It gets bigger over time, subsisting on liquids of all sorts, and eventually, it no longer really needs the carer to protect it. Instead, the carer takes on a sort of "ambassador" role.

Because, you see, now that the creature isn't so little anymore, its instincts demand that it multiply. These creatures reproduce asexually, technically, dividing pieces of itself off in little nodes that latch onto a suitable surface to grow and develop on their own.

But it's so dangerous out there. So, naturally, the creature needs willing incubators to help protect its spawn. And this is where their bonded person comes in. By this point, the person is thoroughly attached to the creature, considering it almost as a part of themselves, and they're determined to help it in whatever way it needs.

There's a lot of convincing that goes on. But like with the bonded person, the creature has a way of knowing who will be a good candidate. Its person just has to do the approaching, the charming, the luring.

One pretty set of willing holes to fill up again and again with little slime nodes that wriggle and writhe until it's time for them to emerge is enough... at first. The exercise of it allows the creature to grow even more, and the need for more incubators grows with it.

Eventually, the bonded person has to rent out an entire penthouse apartment to house the veritable harem of mates the creature collects. Their role is to provide for the household and their bonded creature. And, of course, they get something out of all this. The service of each mate, for starters, but the occasional company of their creature companion, too.

There's always someone getting fucked in that apartment, as the (now rather large, sprawling) tentacle slime creature doesn't need to sleep.

It's the sort of thing that starts as really simple jerk-off material but that rapidly spirals out of control and gains lore. I could write a fucking novella about this critter and its escapades. Ridiculous.

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BIG fan of noble who has been accused of possession or devil communion because of poor behavior, and so they bring in the holy knight to roughly fuck her in front of the council who decided this for her. The knight just seeing his cock as another holy weapon like a sword for this is choice.

(i got a little carried away with this)

it was ridiculous— when people referred to others as “devil spawn,” they didn’t mean it. and yet here you were, having flown too close to the sun with your insolence, bent over the bench-like structure as the thing behind you fucked you with such calculated force that were certain that you weren’t the first bratty royal to be “exorcised” by him.

things were off to a bad start when you found your chambers locked from the outside that morning. too high up to escape through the window, you had no choice but to sit in irritated silence until someone inevitably came to see why you hadn’t woken up. you didn’t care if this was some kind of prank or an honest mistake, you were going to make the life of the responsible party a living hell for this.

of course, when the door finally clicked open, you weren’t expecting guards to file in, grabbing you by the shoulders without a word and dragging you out. your threats didn’t even make them flinch. brought to the throne room, you were forced to your knees, hands bounded to either side of the altar, and a bit forced into your mouth to finally shut you up.

a number of the nobility were in attendance— some looking at you with pity, some with disgust and disdain. they were joined by a tall knight, his armor gleaming white and gold. you didn’t recognize him, but the holy knights were too precious for common guard duties. you rarely saw them in the castle at all except on special occasions. if you squinted, you might see a hint of haughtiness or arrogance, but more so he just seemed perfectly charming, polite, and virtuous.

finally, they acknowledged you. one man cleared his throat and stepped forward, making eye contact with you to read out the charges against you. “given the evidence suggesting witchcraft, devilry, or possession, we have decided to engage in a purification ritual carried out by our holy knights.”

what the fuck did that mean? you had never heard of such a thing. and for that matter, you weren’t possessed. the gag in your mouth prevented you from arguing, of course, as the knight took his place behind you. and when you heard the sounds of armor and fabric shifting, it dawned on you what was about to happen.

and yet, when his cock first pushes into you, you can’t deny how such a large thing that should hurt is perfectly pleasurable. not that it was your first time (promiscuity was one of the sins that got you here in the first place), but gods above did this man feel like no other. and mere moments later, when the first orgasm crashes over you, the sound that escapes your mouth can’t be described as anything but heavenly. perhaps his cock really is a weapon of god just as much as the rest of him.

when the first hot load fills your stomach, you don’t want it to end— and it won’t. they have to make sure the divinity takes, after all.

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Prince who eagerly gets on his knees for his knight. After a long day of being on high alert guarding the prince, the least the prince could do for his beloved knight is to reward him for how well he's doing.

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Help me pick my next Regency monster serial

Colin and Susannah's story is finished, Garek and Esther's story is finished, and Hugo and Winifred's story is getting close to finished. I'd like to start a new serial sometime soon, though not necessarily as long as the ones I've done so far.

Which of these fics do you want me to write more of? Click through to read the original short fic of each.

Seductive cambion captain x sweet, innocent, curious woman

Sassy centaur gentleman x grumpy injured woman stuck at his house

Yearning cernunnos nature spirit x woman picked to be his "offering"

Arrogant sphinx librarian x woman scholar who hates him

Wicked vampire x gentleman friend he just crossed the line with

Tortured vampire x female reader he yearns to taste but not hurt

BONUS: Write a spin-off series about Garek's teasing minotaur friend? If you vote for this option, tell me if you want him paired with a woman character, man character, female reader, or male reader.

PLUS I'll randomly pick one follower to choose the names for the characters in the story that wins the poll!

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Working on some half-orc on orc bonding

[nsfw versions]

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Please do not copy, trace or redistribute/repost my art.

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Commission to SoftBunnyBun ✨

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I'm writing a short two-part story about a monster farmer selling magical cherries. He lives in a forest, secluded, mysterious, but he is also quite chatty and a charmer. Help a girl out...

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priest who's a werewolf. he disappears on the full moon to come back covered in blood. keeping his affliction secret, he prays for his ailment to pass, believing it a curse.

until he comes upon You. he's prowling on one full moon, searching for prey to sate his bloodlust, when he scents you on the air. his mouth waters and he lopes in your direction, searching the forest for you.

there. you emerge from a cool lake, and the sight of moonlight on your skin makes him growl and snarl with need. in his werewolf form, you see, his lust overpowers all his vows. he must have you.

when he reveals himself, you should be afraid. you knew he was out here—you've seen the animal corpses. but you can sense that he's not here to devour you, at least not in that way.

he rises to two feet as you approach, his cock already sliding from his sheath. it's pink and wet, with bulges at the base that entice you.

werewolf priest wastes no time pinning you down, licking your face, his tongue traveling down your naked and willing body. he laps you between the legs, then buries that long tongue inside you, opening you for his girth.

then, once you're moaning and wet, he rolls you onto your hands and knees to mate you.

his cock is big, too big, but he's got you so slippery that he glides in. now you're stretched full, as full as you possibly can be. after years of celibacy, he fucks you mercilessly, softening you and loosening you for him so he can, soon, squeeze his knot inside you.

one, then two times you climax, drenching him. but still he wants more, that fat knot spreading you open wider and wider with every thrust. when you're finally ripe, he shoves it inside.

it swells there, stoppering you up as his cum gushes out. it fills you obscenely, and with his knot in place, nothing can escape. you whimper as your belly rounds with how much there is trapped inside you, but werewolf priest whispers that you'll be all right.

you fall asleep together beside the lake, his furry arms and legs wrapped around you like a blanket.

when he awakes, now in his human form, he curses himself for breaking his vows. but you smell so good all covered in him, and as he imagines you swollen up with his young, he has to fuck you again.

perhaps this wasn't a curse, but the way he found his true path.

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I'm writing a short two-part story about a monster farmer selling magical cherries. He lives in a forest, secluded, mysterious, but he is also quite chatty and a charmer. Help a girl out...

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You have to be careful with your knight. They’re not used to gentleness, and it might take some time for them to accept it. The first time you remove their helmet, they may not be able to meet your gaze. This is normal. There’s a lot more of you to take in than through a visor, and it can be overwhelming. Don’t expect them to make eye contact immediately. When you undress the rest of them, go slowly. You’ll be forced to because of the very nature of the armor they live in. Make sure you pause after every piece and allow them to get used to freedom once more. It’s especially important for them to breathe deeply once you’ve removed both cuirass and gambeson. Place your hand over their heart to ensure they take a few deep breaths from the chest before you continue. When you are finished playing the part of squire, be sure to give them something else to wear. They’ll feel far too exposed at first. Make sure it’s something light, they don’t need any more weight on their shoulders. Do not be surprised if their hands tremble when you take them. The feel of your hands is a far cry from that of their gauntlets, and it may take some time for them to adjust to the softness. Reassurance is your friend with a vulnerable knight. Encouragement can also aide you, but be cautious to avoid overuse. If your knight feels pressured, they will revert to their training, and you will never know their true self. If it is your wish to have a knightly lover, do not glorify the shell, but rather, cradle the creature within.