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THE KNOTTED DILDO ARRIVED!!!

And it’s so fucking good, s2g it was worth every penny

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Frrrr the idea of a partner just using me to get themselves off is SO HOT

getting to bounce on it is cool n all but nothing can compare to getting pushed down into the mattress and used like a fucktoy <3

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Need…..nneeddddddd neeeeeeeed…. Aishajdkaj

Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...

...

He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.

"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.

She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.

"See, you want it too..."

She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.

"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.

He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.

"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."

"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.

When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.

"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.

He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.

"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."

She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.

Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...

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One minute lemme just reenter my witchy era

🧙‍♀️🧙‍♀️🧙‍♀️

witch!reader x werewolf!neighbor part 1

you’re not going over there for anything weird, okay?

you’re just being neighborly. courteous. civil.

polite witches check in when there’s a delivery mix-up and someone else’s package ends up at their doorstep, that’s all. even if said neighbor is the one that tested your knot ring prototype and howled the entire night. even if you wake up once in a while to the same howling outside your window, and a phantom knot from that voodoo doll commission pulsing inside you like a heartbeat.

totally normal errand. you’re just going to knock, hand over the box, and leave. no problem.

you shift the parcel under your arm and approach his porch, nerves prickling under your skin like something’s watching. the scent hits you first—thick and musky and wrong in a way that makes your knees lock. it’s heat and fur and arousal, like pine trees in winter, clinging heavy to the air.

you knock anyway.

“hi,” you call through the door, voice deliberately casual. “you, uh.. got a delivery to my place by mistake. it’s heavy. labeled ‘protein powder’ but smells like.. jerky?”

no answer.

you hesitate. glance toward the window. the blinds are drawn, but you can feel movement inside. shadows shifting. a sound, low and guttural, somewhere between a growl and a groan.

the door yanks open.

you’re face-to-face with a very large, very shirtless, very sweaty werewolf. his hair is mussed like he’s been wrestling furniture. or himself. golden eyes blown wide, pupils pinprick-thin. he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he growls, voice thick and ragged. “you shouldn’t be here.”

you blink up at him, still holding the box like a shield between you. “i mean, i just thought i’d be polite and—”

he sniffs. sharp. sudden. his nose flares.

you can feel it when it hits him—when the scent between your thighs curls through the air like perfume. that cursed voodoo doll connected to your body has been teasing you all morning, dragging slick from you with slow, syrupy precision while you paced your workshop, trying to ignore it. trying to walk it off.

but magic doesn't like being ignored.

and right now, neither does he.

a low, shuddering sound rips from his chest.

you take a step back. his eyes trail your figure.

"you're.. in rut?" you blurt out.

he snarls.

no effort to deny it. his hands brace against the doorframe like it's the only thing keeping him from lunging. his shoulders heave, and you can see the strain in his muscles, the way they bunch and twitch under sweat-slick skin. the porch boards creak.

"i was managing," he grits, jaw clenched. "until you decided to come over here smelling like that."

"i smell fine," you say, because you're an idiot. "i bathed."

"you smell like you wanna be fucked."

oh.

oh, okay.

you feel your face heat, and your cunt clenches involuntarily.

his nostrils flare. you see it—the moment restraint snaps like a twig.

the box slips from your arms, forgotten, landing with a muted thud on the porch. and then he's on you.

you barely register the door slamming behind you before you're pressed up against it, pinned between solid wood and something hotter, harder, hungrier than anything you've ever felt.

his hands land on your hips, burning through the thin fabric of your dress as he grinds against you, rutting like he's been starved.

"i thought—" he pants into your neck, voice gravel-deep, "if i commissioned, used the doll, i could get through it. burn it off. knot my pretty little neighbor in spirit and move on."

your breath catches. "you—you commissioned it?"

his teeth scrape your throat in response. "what, you thought any other fucker would ask for a perfect little witch-shaped fuckdoll that moans when you play with it? no. i wouldn't let anyone else have that."

you don't have the time to be outraged. not when he's got one hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back, and the other between your thighs, cupping you like he already owns the slick heat pulsing there.

you're soaked. of course you are. the phantom torment from the doll hasn't stopped all morning, and now the source of all that teasing has you trapped and trembling.

he exhales, low and reverent. "you've been walking around like this? all wet and heated, with no one to stuff you full?"

his fingers slip under your panties, and your legs buckle.

"oh, fuck," you hiss, gripping his shoulders as two thick digits slide into you like you were made for it. he's not gentle. he's not slow. he curls them just right and watches your knees knock.

your breath stutters. your hips twitch, chasing that pressure, already too close from hours of pent-up tension.

"you're tight," he murmurs, voice dark with awe. "tight like you need it. like you were just waiting for me to lose control."

he drags his fingers out slowly, too slowly, and you whimper, biting your lip hard enough to sting. he grins, all sharp teeth and feral promise, then drags them back in with a filthy, wet sound that echoes far too loud in the foyer.

"your cunt's been begging all day, hasn't it?" he breathes, leaning in close. "you think i couldn't smell it? every time you opened your window, every time you watered your garden like you weren't dripping down your thighs—"

you gasp, moan, try to form a sentence. but he doesn't let up.

your dress is bunched up around your waist before you can stop him, panties peeled down with a low snarl like they offended him by daring to keep him out. he sinks to his knees—like a worshipper, like a beast—and presses his face between your thighs.

your world fractures.

his tongue is hot. rough. perfect. it laps through your folds, and he groans like you're the first meal he's had in weeks, hands pressing down from your ass to anchor you to his face. you cry out, one leg nearly giving, and he hauls it over his shoulder, keeping you wide open.

he doesn't stop until you cum—hard—riding his face with a desperate sob, still aching for more.

he stands, panting. his jaw is slick with your arousal, and his cock—god, his cock—hangs heavy, flushed, already leaking. your eyes go wide at the sheer size of it. thick. dark. veined. and at the base—

"don't worry," he murmurs, guiding you back toward the wall, the heat of him all consuming. "you'll take it. you were made to."

you whimper, but your hips rock forward, begging without words.

he lines up, presses in, and—

"fuck," he snarls, teeth gritted as your walls grip him. "tight. greedy little cunt doesn't wanna let me go."

you arch, mouth open in a silent cry. he's thick enough to stretch you dizzy, and then he pushes deeper. until you feel the slow, unmistakable bloom of his knot nudging against you.

"no," you gasp, nails digging into his arms. "you can't, it won't—"

"can't what?" he pants. "can't fuck you stupid? can't breed you like you need?"

you hesitate, and he groans, laughs, and rolls his hips just right.

the knot catches. just a little. a warning.

you choke on a whine.

"use your words," he coos. "tell me what you want."

you should say no. you should shove him off, storm out, spell his whole house into a crater for good measure.

instead, you whimper, high and wrecked. "knot me."

his groan is nothing short of feral.

he grabs your hips and slams forward, forcing his knot past your entrance with a thick, wet pop that sends shockwaves through your entire body. you cry out, clenching around him, nails raking down his back as your body trembles from the sudden fullness.

"there you go," he growls, voice trembling with restraint. "took it so well. knew you could."

you can feel it, locked deep inside you—throbbing, swelling, pulsing with the same rhythm the doll tormented you with all morning. your cunt flutters around it, helpless and clenching, as your walls try to accommodate the impossible stretch.

he doesn't give you time to adjust. he grinds against you with short, brutal thrusts that barely move, but hit every nerve ending inside you.

your legs are shaking. you keen. you can't stop moaning.

"that's it," he pants into your neck. "gonna, shit, fuck it all out of you. all that teasing, all that slick, all of this cunt—s'mine, mine now."

your hips buck against him, desperate and mindless. the pressure is unbearable, overwhelming, perfect—and you realize, with a rush of heat that makes your toes curl, that this wasn't just some accident of lust or magical malfunction.

he commissioned that doll on purpose. tormented you. because in some twisted, possessive way, he wanted you to feel it. to need it.

"y-you did this," you stammer against his shoulder, barely able to speak. "you wanted me needy. you—"

"of course i did," he snarls, snapping his hips. you scream. "you think i could stand being next door, hearing your voice, smelling your fucking cunt knowing it could be dripping for someone else?"

the knot pulses. your head tips back, mouth open in a silent moan as your climax crashes through you—violent, shuddering, wet.

"i claimed you, witch," he growls. "and now i'm gonna fill you."

and then he does.

thick spurts flood you, deep and hot and endless, his knot locked inside as he pumps you full. you feel bloated, trembling, ruined. and yet your hips twitch, greedy even now.

he shudders against you, mouth open, panting like he just ran a marathon. his tail wags furiously behind him.

after a moment, he presses a tender kiss to your shoulder. then he whispers against your skin, still buried inside you, knot still pulsing:

"next time you wanna return a package.. just knock with your legs already spread, 'kay?"

witch masterlist

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Mmmmmmmmhello

Do you ever get so horny you shove your hips against anything any for friction?

Because I do… I am.

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Guys give me file recs, links appreciated but not needed

Feeling like I need to go under

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I hope I end up finding a dynamic like yours

Literal dream

I'm hoping that this is just the beginning of your brainwashing. How far do you want to be taken? What could be changed?

oh im sure it is.

idk... idk what's already been changed but i just feel amazing so imma go with tthe flowwww

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MONSTER FUCKING AND HEIROPHILLIA??? SIGN ME UP, WHERES THE PEN?

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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Two questions:

Where is the sign up form?

How much do I have to pay?

A girl's weekend!

The diamond package at the brainwashing spa: massages, nails, hair, skin treatments... also tranced, horny, mindless and endlessly aroused, edging each other the whole time while continuous brain hacking headphones reprogram our subconscious.

On the other end we are nothing but obedient and beautiful sluts who can't keep our hands and mouths off each other... until someone says that important and powerful phrase to which we've been programmed to respond.

Then we are theirs.

Theirs to command.

Theirs to fuck.

Just a pair of wonderfully obedient hypnosluts deserving of the best treatment.

Pamper yourself, love. You deserve it. ❤️

I would like this very much please and thank youuuu

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I’d rather stay nameless, but I’ve also been into hypno for as long as I can remember (among other things). I LOVE fractionation, but I’m also into IQ play, puppet/dollification, and corruption. I live in the UK and there’s next to no kink scene near me, which is devastating. But at least the online community is here. This account is really new since I’m only just transitioning from lurker to participant, but I’m excited to get involved!

I've always wanted to do these so...

Hypnokink roll call! If you're here and into hypnosis, reblog and introduce yourself!

Hi, I'm Secret and I am a full time hypnodomme from New Zealand. I like intense fractionation, amnesia, iq play, roleplay and corrupting others. I do switch a little but only for the right people and ideas... I make audios professionally and started doing that in 2017 and one of my favorite hypnosis moments was back in 2019 when I got to brainwash a ballroom full of people at charmed, it was WILD and I am so thankful for the experience. 😅

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Just spent fucking an hour and a half chasing ONE (1) orgasm. Using a vibe. Fresh batteries. Felt so fuckyn good but DAMN my wrist and hand hurt

Enjoying the feeling of my fuckhole clenching around nothing now. Asks are open

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“You’re gonna get worse” oh you promise? You promise? Please please please please pleas-

If ever you find yourself embarrassed by how deeply you're falling under the allure of being a hypnotically controlled plaything, I want you to breathe deeply, relax your body, and just remember:

-You'll always want this.

-You'll only ever get worse.

-You're too weak to resist.

-Your body and mind aren't lying to you.

-This is what you really are.

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You see this?

This shit right here?

It’s absolutely fucking disgusting, I love it

I WILL be recreating this when Claire finds my dildo

Claim Me, Ruin Me

Summary: male werewolf oc x fem werewolf oc

Summary: Talia, a newly shifted werewolf, hunts her creator and lover, Mikhail. She’s the predator now and she’s intent on claiming him. Marking him.

Warnings: NSFW, possessive mates, dom/sub themes, all consensual, mutual obsession, dark romance, werewolf shifting and mating bond, oral (fem), p in v, overstimulation, knotting, mating bites, blood.

The wind bit, sharp through the moonlit cemetery. Gravestones and cracked marble angels stood still, ravaged by time, their shadows stretching long beneath the silver eye of the full moon. And somewhere in the silence of centuries and ancient bones, Talia hunted.

She had long now stopped rationalizing with her human side. Her wolf didn’t listen, was insistent on pursuing.

She was a new person now.

Not the human girl who’d laughed under summer stars.

She was werewolf now. Pure predator.

And she was closing in.

Mikhail ran.

His paws pounded soft earth, his massive wolf frame darting. He could scent and feel her. The thrum of her presence was a pulse under his skin, a warmth in his bones. She wasn’t the same girl he’d turned under blood and moonlight.

Her voice slithered into his mind, “Mine. Why run? You smell like mine. Like us.”

Quickly, she was catching up with him, his name a growl on her tongue, a lustful snarl caught between obsession and hunger. Mikhail’s beast vaulted a crumbling stone wall, landing on the other side. Gravel skittered, dead leaves crackling under his weight.

The bond between them pulsed like a live wire, alive and maddening. It had claws now, hooked deep into his ribs, dragging him backward even as he fought forward. Hers. Always hers.

He whirled.

There she stood. Her wolf form dark and beautiful.

Talia. Beautiful, newly-turned Talia.

“Why do you run from me?” she purred in his mind, voice honeyed and thick with heat. “You made me this thing. You made me yours. Now I want to make you mine.”

By the Moon, she made a captivating sight.

One that had his cock throbbing, the base swelling with the promise of his knot even as he fought to remain still. Her eyes glinted, human intelligence mingling with the wolf flashing like lightning behind them. She advanced and the scent of her, wild jasmine and crushed pine, washed over him. The bond screamed and he nearly whimpered like a pup at how right it felt.

“Talia,” he growled into her mind, his wolf cock bobbing into the air at the smell of her new scent. She was an obsession, a drug he’d created with his own teeth. And he wanted to devour. Lose himself in her completely. But first, he’d let her have her fun with him. Let her take what she desires.

“You smell divine, Alpha,” she answered back, sniffing the air like it was dessert. “But I want your submission.” Her claws dragged along the moss-covered statue beside him. “I can feel you holding back, Mikhail. Why? Are you scared of your own creation?”

Did scared and aroused count?

Were they the right names for this vortex of need?

He was scared, yes, but not of her strength. He was scared of his own surrender. He wanted her to catch him. To own him. He wanted her to mark him, bite down and claim him like a mate should. To own him in the way no one ever had. And now, with the situation flipped in her favor, he was fucking starving for it.

“Not answering?” Her growl vibrated through the air, primal and thrilling.

Impatient, Talia’s wolf lunged, a sleek dark beast nearly the same size as Mikhail’s.They collided, snapped fangs, mock-biting, fur flying, and letting out rambling growls. It was a dance of dominance. No one would win. Their powers were evenly matched. Two primal forces recognizing their match.

Finally, Talia broke away.

With a low, warning yip, she prowled backwards, the playful glint in her lupine eyes hardening. Enough games. Claim. Bite. Now. She forcefully shifted, muscles rippling beneath her pelt, then contracting. It wasn’t silent. Bones crackled and stretched, accompanied by whimpers of pain swallowed by the night. Fur receded like melting shadow, revealing smooth human skin.

Barefoot, she stood now, her curly hair untamed and loose. Lean muscled, perky breasts rising with each breath. Soft and aching, crowned with hard nipples. He knew the taste of them, the way they peaked against his tongue. Knew the heat between her thighs, those creamy slopes he’d gripped as she rode him, the pretty, glistening cunt he’d spent hours worshipping.

But it was her face that stole his breath. High cheekbones, lips lush and parted, revealing elongated canines. Wide eyes, pupils swallowing the silver light. Not human eyes. Wolf eyes. Burning with possession. Hunger.

Across from her, Mikhail restrained his lust and mirrored the transformation, forcing his own wolf deep beneath the surface. He stood proud, moonlight illuminating the hard lines of his body.

Seeing him, Talia felt heat pooling in her belly. Her wolf roared. The beast inside was pounding against her ribs, shouting to mark him: the Alpha who made her blood burn.

The childhood friend. The lover who marked her soul and had irrevocably bound their destinies. Forever.

Mikhail.

The man and monster, all handsome angles, softened only by his kind brown eyes. A gentleman’s soul in a warrior’s body. Dark hair cut in a jagged wolf cut fell across his forehead. Years of relentless training had sculpted him: broad shoulders tapering to a powerful torso, dusted with dark hair that trailed down past his navel, framing the rigid cock, standing thick and heavy against his thigh.

She took a step closer, her gaze dropping to his mouth. His throat. His chest. Possessive. Devouring.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his blood roaring. “Like moonlight made flesh.”

“Ι don’t want to play, Alpha. I want to ruin you.”

Mikhail smiled, fangs peeking. “Talia… baby… anything for you—”

Her kiss cut him off. She crashed into him, lips sealing over his with bruising force. The impact rocked him back, his shoulder blades slamming into a statue behind him. Mikhail growled and grabbed her neck, his mouth opening hungrily beneath hers. Her tongue was fire, her teeth scraping his lower lip, tasting him; citrus, musk, and wilderness. Mikhail.

Talia had him pinned, completely, irrevocably. Her fingers traced his chest, her breath ragged and wild as her lips hovered just over his. And her scent, gods, her scent, it was everywhere now. Dripping from her pores like lust-slick perfume, flooding his senses with the kind of heat that made reason feel like a dead thing.

Mark him. Now. Sink your teeth in. Make him yours forever, her wolf purred.

And fuck… he was ready.

“No more playing,” he breathed. “You want to mark me? Fucking do it. Show me what I made… show me who you are now.”

Talia snapped. She pushed her body flush to his and brushed her mouth to his throat. Sharp canines grazed his skin with maddening patience. Teasing, drawing out the moment, finding her favorite spot until he hissed her name in a broken, pleading gasp. And then?

Then she bit.

Not just a nibble.

No, she bit like she meant it. Her fangs broke skin, sank deep. Scarring him into eternity. His whole body bucked as pain twisted into pleasure and back again. His hands fisted in her hair, pulling her closer, not away. Blood bloomed. The bond howled.

The claiming.

The tether locking tight between them, raw and irreversible.

Satisfied, she licked the wound, sealing it with heat and saliva, and pulled back just enough to look at him. Her lips were stained red. Her eyes were glowing with delight. He licked them up, kissed her with all his might.

“Mine,” she whispered amid the kiss. “You’re mine now. No more alpha. No more control. Just me… owning you.”

“Yours.”

Mikhail growled, a smile creeping across his bloodied lips. His hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, hauling her hard against his rigid shaft. The friction was brutal, his palms were rough, calloused, mapping her curves with greed. The heavy swell of her ass, the perfect weight of her tits. Then he shoved between her thighs, finding the slick heat waiting. Blunt fingertips brushed against her swollen folds, tracing the soaked seam, gathering her wetness.

“Mikhail…!” she cried out, thighs spreading wider, hips grinding down.

“You marked me…” One thick finger breached her tight entrance, stretching her. “Now you better finish what you started.”

Talia snarled back, shoving him back. He hit the ground with a thud, laughing. She straddled his hips, grinding her dripping pussy against his cock. His groan was animalistic. Rough hands seized her tits, squeezing hard, thumbs scraping over her stiff nipples until she cried out. She bent, licking the sweat and blood from his neck, tracing the deep bite mark she’d left, then lower.

Swiping a hot stripe down his heaving chest, his abs clenched as she descended. His cock was obscenely thick and long. A monster shaft with a round knot rapidly swelling at the base. The head was tapered, leaking pre-cum.

“So fucking hard for me,” she purred, voice thick. “Good boy.”

Both hands wrapped around the straining shaft, squeezing the base of that swelling knot. Mikhail growled when her mouth descended, sucking the leaking head, tongue swirling. Delicious.

“Yes… please… hnnn!” His hand fisted in her hair, yanking it back just enough to watch. His eyes burned, fixated on her lips stretching around his girth, the wet sounds as she sucked. So good. So beautiful. His thighs trembled.

She pulled off with a wet pop, kitten-licking the swollen tip, tasting salt and musk. “Want more, mate? Want me to ruin you?”

“Fuck yes,” he snarled, hips bucking. “Ruin me. Now.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” She squeezed his knot hard, making him gasp. “Beg me for it.”

Mikhail’s growl shook the ground. “Want your tight fucking cunt milking my knot. Want you screaming while I stretch you open, lock you on me. Want your belly swollen with my seed. Begging you to take it all. Please.”

“Good boy.”

In one fluid motion, she straddled him, aligning her pussy to the weeping head of his cock. He whimpered but didn’t react, remaining obedient as she lowered herself. Watching as her folds parted and his girth vanished in her depths.

Ragged moans tore from them both as she sheathed him to the root, her inner walls clenching like a vice. She leaned forward, pinning his wrists above his head, her tits swaying in his face. She didn’t pause, riding him, up and down, up and down. Taking every brutal inch, the thick base of his shaft opening her wider than before.

"Take it, mate," she growled, grinding down hard onto the rapidly expanding knot.

Mikhail panted. “Fuck yes, my queen. Ride my cock. Fuck it. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

His words were her undoing. She shuddered, a full-body spasm, legs locking around his hips as her climax rolled through her. Her cunt clamped down in a rhythmic squeeze, the swollen knot straining against her tight little hole, refusing to pop inside. Too much. Not enough.

A feral growl ripped from his chest, the feel of her pussy milking him raw. No more playing. His hands snatched her waist and slammed her flat on her back without breaking their union. The impact punched the air from her lungs. Her eyes opened wide, but this time?

He was the one baring teeth.

“I let you chase me,” he snarled, hips rolling slowly, driving his cock deep, making her feel every brutal inch. His thumb found her clit, the circling pressure gentle. “I let you mark me. Fuck me. Your turn’s over, baby.”

“Mikhail—” she tried, voice half-broken.

“You’ve been dripping since you caught my scent,” he breathed against her mouth. “Dripping still. My cock’s hard. My knot’s ready. And you’re gonna take it.”

No more lazy thrusts. He was the one taking charge. Big palms grabbed her asscheeks as he pistoned, driving into her with savage pumps. Each slam was a war, that thick, demanding knot battering her stretched entrance, fighting to breach. Talia thrashed, choked moans escaping, hips trying to arch away from the delicious, impossible pressure.

“Fuck! Mikhail!”

“Uh-uh.” One massive hand planted hard on her chest, the weight forcing the air from her lungs again. He buried his face in the sweat-damped curve of her neck, fangs scraping sensitive skin. His hips didn’t just pump; they hit impossibly deep, finding that spot inside her that sparked white-hot lightning.

There. Again. Harder.

Each thrust sent squelching, filthy sounds echoing through the graveyard. Her juices clung to his cock, dripping down her thighs, splashing against his heavy balls. His knot throbbed at the base, getting heavier, stretching her more with every thrust.

“You feel that?” he snarled, fingers bruising her hips. “That’s my knot swelling, mate. You’re gonna take it. Like a good little bitch in heat.”

She nodded, thighs trembling, cunt fluttering around him.

“Yes. Just like that. You want me to breed you, don’t you?” he growled against her neck. “You want to be so full of me you can’t even walk.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, “yesyesyes— please!”

Talia mewled, her back arched, a silent scream on her lips as another climax unfolded. Her cunt convulsed, giving violent clenches, trying to grip the impossible thickness of his dick. Slick gushed, hot and messy, easing the brutal slide just enough.

Then he followed. With a guttural roar, he slammed home. One final, vicious thrust. The thick crown of his knot popped past her tight ring, forcing her open, stretching her beyond thought.

Her body seized, spine bowing as a second orgasm overwhelmed her, leaving her gasping. Inside her, his cock pulsed, relentless, fucking her through the climax, animal howls ripping from his throat. She clenched harder around his cock and he bent down, teeth sinking deep into the sweat-slicked column of her neck.

Not a gentle bite. His canines delved deep as hot jets of cum hammered into her depths, painting her insides white. It flooded her, filling every crevice until it gushed out around his knot, spattering the trampled grass beneath their tangled bodies.

They were stuck, joined by more than flesh: instinct, blood, and the mating bond.

A chain forged in love and cum.

“You’re not hunting me anymore, Talia. I’m yours,” he whispered, tongue tracing the ragged edge of the bite. Possessive. Absolute. “And you’re mine. Marked, knotted, filled. You’ll never run again.”

Inside her, his cock gave another violent throb, pumping another stream of cum. Again, it leaked around the knot, warm and pearly, slicking her thighs.

She whimpered, completely ruined. And utterly happy. “Promise?”

“I promise, my queen.” His hips shifted, grinding the massive knot deeper, just enough to make it tug against her opening.

She gasped, muscles fluttering wildly around the intrusion. “Wh—”

“You love it,” he hissed, breath hot and ragged against her bloody neck. “Love how fucking stretched you are. How deep I’m buried. Bet your womb’s flooded, huh?”

She could only nod, hair plastered to her forehead. “Feel it… s’too much… full…”

“Good girl.” His tongue lapped at the mark. “You’re gonna stay full, baby. I’m not letting a single drop leak out of you. Gonna keep it all in. You hear me?”

Her moan broke into a sob as his hips jerked, shallow thrusts inside her so wet they echoed off the tombs. The knot held tight, each little roll of his hips making her tighten and twitch all over again. He fucked her like that. On the ground. Among the stones. Until the only sounds were their ragged breaths, the wet slap of flesh, the constant drip of their mingled fluids onto the earth.

“Feel that, queen? That’s your body begging. Your wolf begging. Wants me to breed you again. Right now. Doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” she howled. “Please… need it… need more… need you…”

“You’ve got me,” he growled. “You’ll always have me.”

Then he started to move again.

Not gentle.

Not slow.

Not stopping until they were both claimed, ruined.

A mess of sweat, dirt, and cum dripping between their bodies.

THE END

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THEY FUCKING LOST IT LMAOOOOOOO

My knotted dildo has been in delivery for TWO DAYS. NEARLY THREE. I’m going feral, actually foaming at the mouth rn. LEMME AT IT

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How does it feel to LIVE MY DREAM

Dirty confession: I, a trans woman, have been sleeping with my mother since Christmas. We got a bit too drunk and ended up fucking, and didn't find out until we woke up and my cock was soft inside her and she had dried cum on her face. It was... very awkward when we both woke up, I woke up first and just pretended I was asleep, probably thinking I was having a wet dream. Only issue is that made me hard. So my mother woke up to herself still wrapped around my now-hard cock.

She kinda just shook me awake and I began to freak the fuck out, realising that I wasn't asleep and it was actually happening. She tried to get up, but in raising herself off me, she slipped back on it, which made us both moan. I think there was a shared "Are we doing this? Do we give a fuck?" moment after that as we both stared at each other, before she muttered "fuck it" and started riding. I had DEFINETLY came inside the night before, but she didn't let me now, and I came on my stomach moaning "mommy". She left after that, and I immediately felt awful and called my girlfriend crying about it. She was at her parents cross-country for christmas, and I'd essentially cheated on her with my own mother. She is into incest though and she assured me that if anything she was fucking ecstatic for me...

Anyway, since then I have fucked my mother fucked a LOT. I was mostly the same gist, after my little siblings have gone to bed, she'd knock on the guest room door, looking real sheepish at the start but more and more bold, and ask me if I'm busy. It started as mostly missionary, but then she wanted to ride me again, and this time she was slamming her hips down and gripping me by the throat, calling me her "Slut daughter". I came like, three times that time, it was intense.

My siblings go to a weird alternative school that starts suuper early in the year, which was great because ma would start signalling me during the day. In the week before I went back to school, which was like only an hours drive away ngl so not that far to go, we were fucking up to five times a day. I only was inside her maybe twice a day tho because damn I'm not that vigorous, but she started getting me to spend breakfast and lunch under the table eating her out...

Anyway, im back at college now and me and my ma have been sending each other depraved shit. She's one of those people who's baseline kink level is "I'm into it", and apparently incest has been a big one since she was my age. She does know that my partner knows, and she called her to discuss the whole thing. The call did develop though, into ma on face time on my laptop pumping her cunt with one of her dildo's while she and my partner boss me around. Since then a group chat was indeed made, and my partner's been roleplaying as my big sister WAY more than usual. I've had so kuch sistercunt 😵‍💫...

To keep a long ask short; in a weeks time, once my siblings are with their respective fathers for the week, ma is gonna make the drive so she and my partner can spend days using me like a dildo.

- 🍄🍁

This is so hot omg gurl 🤤

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Claire has failed me…

My knotted dildo has been in delivery for TWO DAYS. NEARLY THREE. I’m going feral, actually foaming at the mouth rn. LEMME AT IT

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Contacted the delivery service last night and Claire is PERSONALLY checking if it gets delivered today. It it doesn’t, I’m gonna get a call before 10am (so in less than half an hour)

Big thanks to Claire for personally ensuring my dildo gets delivered in a timely fashion

My knotted dildo has been in delivery for TWO DAYS. NEARLY THREE. I’m going feral, actually foaming at the mouth rn. LEMME AT IT