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arireynes 8 days
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Thinking about monster aphrodisiacs, specifically from a werewolf.
A werewolf's bite sending overwhelming heat all the way through you, filling you with pleasure and need till you're begging them to take you and fuck you the way you both need.
They'd be more than happy to, of course, pinning you down on the nearest surface to spread you open and fuck you full, over and over, till they can't keep going.
But that bite only makes your pleasure ramp up, and you're pulling them back for more before they can back away, telling them it's their bite that did this, they have to take responsibility and fuck you as long as you need.
You won't be satisfied till they've fucked you till you can't move and can't think of anything but them and how they feel inside you. They'd tell you they're more than happy to fuck you like this any time you want, bite or not.
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arireynes 9 days
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I'm looking for this werewolf story that I thought was written by you, but I scrolled down your whole blog and all I can find is the story with the scientist taking their assistant to investigate a werewolf den and having them get fucked by all the werewolves, which I know isn't the one. the story I'm thinking of is in a lab setting, with a bunch of scientists putting together an infertile person with a werewolf (or other similar monster?) who normally will fuck until it detects a successful pregnancy, but since the person is infertile it will fuck them until it physically can't anymore. I'm pretty sure you didn't write it but it seems you're at least somewhat involved with the monsterfucking writing community as a whole so I'm wondering if either you or one of your followers might have read it and could point me to it? thanks a bunch <3
I don't think I wrote that one but it sounds great. I hope someone can point you in that direction
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arireynes 3 months
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think it'd be too out of the usual monsterfucking to do something with mechs?
I'm so sorry this has been unanswered for so long, that's not my area of interest so I don't think I could do it justice
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arireynes 3 months
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wanting to be taller than I am vs wanting someone much bigger than me to fuck me
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arireynes 4 months
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Thinking about having a rich werewolf partner that is just always so obsessed with how I look in my nice clothes that they just have to pin me down and rip the fabric off to take me, with claws or fangs or both, they just want them off.
They'd tell me they can buy more, that they'll buy me anything I want, just let them take me, let them touch me how they want, they'll do anything, the clothes are just in the way.
Maybe I'd tire of it, tell them they can touch me, but only if the clothes stay intact. They wouldn't believe me, but when I make them leave me alone after tearing my shorts to bury their face between my legs, they would know I'm very serious.
Next time, they'd force themselves to be careful, and they'd hate it, having to wait, slide the zipper down, slowly undo the buttons. I'd wear things that would take long to take off, just to watch them, knowing that it makes it so much better when they do get it off, because they're pent up and even more eager to fuck me how I want it.
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arireynes 4 months
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your little stories are so creative!! (and oh my, they get me so 馃ゴ)
maybe you could do one on being a bartender at a little bar, hidden away in the forest, where loads of big mean monsters come in for a drink, but end up taking their turns with you sprawled out across the bar counter 馃檳馃檳
That sounds so nice, getting bent over by a different creature every day--every other hour. Sometimes they'd take turns, passing me around the table after I bring their drinks, or lines forming at the bar to get their time with me, bending me over, and leaving me breathless and gasping when they're done.
Maybe sometimes they can't wait, too impatient, stretching me on two cocks, different hands sliding over me at once, large hands pulling my face away from others to capture my lips in a kiss. They'd make sure everyone can see how much I love it when they take me together, or trying to prove a point to the other to see who can fuck me better.
Sometimes they're rough, though they know I like it. Werewolves not knowing their own strength till they see the marks left on my hips, or vampires so dazed with pleasure that they leave me with bite marks and dark hickeys. Giant monsters that can easily manhandle me into whatever position they want me in, spreading me over the bar, or over their laps.
Maybe when the bar's low on money, or I want something extra, auctioning off a night with me, having me on display on a stage, letting them watch how well I can take it, how obedient I'll be, how pretty I look getting fucked.
Oh, I'd love my job, and all the extra benefits.
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arireynes 4 months
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Thinking about working at a monsterfucker brothel, and a Minotaur comes through for a night. Since it's his first time. we'd draw straws to see who'd get to serve him, and I'd be giddy with excitement when I win. I'd take him his drinks, smiling at him, and he'd watch me with dark eyes when I told him I'd serve him personally all night.
He'd ask me to sit with him while he drank, and his big hands would trail over me, lazily wandering, and my breath would hitch as his fingers settled between my legs as he spreads me open for him. He'd tell me he'd need lots of time to prepare me for him, that he wanted me to sit right here all night, taking his fingers till he was ready.
And I'd do it, gasping and pleading for more as he kept his slow, steady pace, stretching me open on his thick fingers, taking slow sips from his glass, uncaring when other people passed by and noticed. When he slides his fingers from me, grinning at my whine, we'd make our way to the rooms, and he'd lay me out on the bed. He'd spend so much time between my legs, holding me open and making me so sensitive I'm trembling. Then he'd slowly work me down on his cock, filling me, making me gasp and arch till he can't push any deeper.
The night would be so good, and he'd fuck me so everyone could hear how he makes me feel, my cries loud, and he'd laugh and fuck me harder. After, he'd lay with me, large hands massaging me slowly, and he'd tell me he wants me every time he comes by.
And I'd have no desire to argue against it.
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arireynes 4 months
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arireynes 4 months
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being invited to a small, fairly sophisticated party, not knowing everyone else but you are vampires who plan on pleasuring and feeding off you ...
It's a sort of long one, so be prepared...
I'd just be so glad to have gotten to dress up and go to such a lavish event, I wouldn't even notice that nothing had started until the sun went down, everyone dancing in the moonlight. It'd be a small, fancy event, in a large ballroom, live instrumental music being played from a stage in the center of the room.
When the first approached me, asking to dance, I'd smile and let them guide me to the dance floor. I'd be so flattered when they flirt, laughing and letting them pull me close, not noticing the hungry look in their eyes as they pass me off to someone else.
I'd spend the night dancing, everyone so sweet and kind, waiting till I'm nice and comfortable, and enjoying myself to make a move. The woman twirling me around would kiss me sweetly, and I'd gasp and let her, pressing closer till she gently lets someone else take me. I'd be so drunk on kisses I wouldn't notice that all attention is on me, that the anticipation for what's to come is there, just isn't clear to me yet, and that I'm being slowly brought to the stage.
When I do catch on that something's strange, that they're all watching me, I would find myself not caring, wrapping my arms around another, letting them trail soft kisses down my neck.
When they murmur a question, asking if they could bite me, flashing a sweet grin, letting me see their fangs, my heart would pick up, and they would all be able to tell how much I'd want it, despite them being a vampire.
The first bite would be all it would take. As soon as the scent of my blood was in the air, they would all drop the act, stop pretending to be modest, circling around, watching as I gasped in pleasure.
They wouldn't drink a lot, surely knowing that they couldn't if I was going to get through the night--and I definitely was--and I would realize that something about the bite has sent heat straight through me, down to between my legs, and now I'm desperate to be touched.
And they'd be so eager to help.
I would only be able to touch so many at a time, and only so many of them could have me at once, but they'd take their time, spreading me out before them on a silk sheet on the stage, my fancy clothes discarded, bare and eager.
Cold hands and lips would trail over me as someone presses their fingers to my rim, another sliding their hands over my chest, and someone tipping my head to kiss me. They would be so gentle, so slow and sweet, treating me kindly, not wanting to break their new toy.
When they finally, finally fuck me, I'd take it so well, legs falling open, hips rocking eagerly, gasps and moans leaving my lips and echoing in the room. I'd watch with wide eyes as they fucked each other as they waited to get to me, till my head was turned for another kiss, or to bury my face between someone's legs, my hands wrapped around cocks, or cupping breasts, or buried in someone's hair.
And as the night went on and they took more blood, getting hungrier and more greedy, they'd get rougher, pulling me to them, fucking me in fast, hard strokes, murmuring to me that they know I can take two at once, biting me harder, leaving marks, fingers fisting my hair or circling my neck, leaving me a trembling mess as someone else took their place.
At the end of the night, when my mind is fuzzy with pleasure, and I'm absolutely fucked out, someone would cover me in a soft robe and carry me off to bed, giving me water and food, making sure I'm alright. I'd go to sleep hoping it wasn't a dream.
In the morning, I'd wake up in my own bed, with no memory of how I got there. But there would be a fancy invitation by my pillow, for a party a month from now, and I'd be excited now that I know what's in store.
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arireynes 4 months
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Thinking about people that fuck the way they wrap and unwrap presents:
Slowly and carefully, like you're fragile and precious, grinning when they have you spread out before them. They'd take care of you, treat you like the pretty, special gift you are, praising you, telling you how nice you look. And when they're done, they'll get you back how you were, kissing you sweetly, telling you look so pretty fucked like this.
But there are some that rush and are rough, eager to get your clothes off and take you, spreading you and fucking you fast and hard, enjoying how desperate you are to be touched and fucked, and they'll give you what you need. When you're both through, they'll leave you messy and desperate, getting you dressed, but keeping your hair messed up or leaving marks on you, making it clear it was them who put you this way.
Or maybe it's a mix, they'll fuck you nice and slow, but leave you a mess. Or they'll fuck you rough, and clean you up nicely. Either way you know you're going to enjoy it.
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arireynes 4 months
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your stories have me just. i am melting in the best way 馃サ
Aw, I'm glad to hear it :) Tell me your favorites so I can write more~
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arireynes 4 months
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Thinking about being the monster. There's so much about getting fucked by one, but what if I was the werewolf hiding deep in the woods waiting for someone that smells so sweet I can't help but bend over when they beg for me?
Or a vampire, sinking my fangs into someone's neck, feeling them write and arch beneath me. Pushing my fingers into them while they're already dizzy with pleasure from the bite, loving the way we both crave more.
Or a deep sea witch, with thick, long tentacles. I rarely surface, but I find someone just so delectable, luring them with my magic, and I can't help by wrap them up and have them there, bent over for me and desperate.
Or I'm the ghost, supposed to be just an apparition, but seeing them wandering around my home looking so pretty means I just have to touch, and one touch turns into two, and two turns into me spreading their legs in every room of the house, knowing and loving that they'd never expect what's next.
Or a demon, summoned to do your bidding, but I can't help but trick you into saying what you really want, and that's for me to pin you down and have my way with you, isn't that right? Of course, I'd just have to obey.
Being the monster could be so much fun, too.
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arireynes 4 months
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Thinking about treating my werewolf partner like a dog. I mean, they're just a silly little pup, right? I'd only praise them at first, tell them they're doing so well, watching the way it makes them pause and get sheepish.
Maybe I'll give them small orders, my voice going from sweet to commanding, giving them treats when they've done well and listened, but they wouldn't think anything of it, no they're just a silly pup, they'd have no idea I only want them to get used to it.
I'd keep it up, still staying subtle, until I decide to see just how well trained they've become. Right when they're about to fuck me, I'd order them to get on their knees. They'd be following my instructions before they could think, and they'd stop and wonder why they obeyed.
And I'd tell them it's because they're my sweet little pup, my darling pet and I just want to see what it's like, just one time. I know they like it, I can tell by the way they spread their legs, still desperate, but now so willing to be fucked, so willing to please me.
I'd fuck them they way they want, watching as they gasp and tremble, mind slowly going fuzzy with pleasure, becoming plaint and obedient, eager for more praise, more attention, and I'd give them what they want.
My darling pup would be so obedient after that, eager to please and to let me see just how much they want me. And how could they know this is what I wanted all along? They're just my silly pup, truly mine now that I can have them whenever I please and they'll welcome it willingly.
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arireynes 4 months
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Thinking about being an explorer in a fantasy world. Searching low and high and deep for all kinds of creatures.
Maybe I'll travel deep in the forest to search for a certain plant, and come across a group of Dryads that are so sweet and pretty, I can't help but let them fuck me in the grass in exchange for passage through the forest. Spread out between them, fingers pressing into me, the trees and plants stretching to help keep me pinned till they're satisfied.
Maybe on that path, I'd also come across the home of Faeries, clever, beautiful creatures that easily convince me to admit I want them to take me to bed. Not that they'd need tricks, when each and everyone of them is stunning in their own ways. They'd turn my mind fuzzy with their clever words and fuck me till I truly can't think, before sending me off with a promise for more anytime.
Or coming across the rocky caves the giants live in. Agreeing to entertain them so long as they help me through the mountains. But I'd underestimate what entertaining would imply, and I'd find myself getting used by them one after the other. They're far too big to even try to fit in me, but just one finger fills me up so nicely, and that's more than enough for me to be satisfied and for them to enjoy.
Or the group of satyrs playing music in a field. They'd coax me close, smiling and kissing me, guiding me between them, running their hands over me as I gasp and tremble. They'd fuck me long and soft, taking turns as others play sweet music, and they'd help guide my way to where I need to be.
I would be sure to take the path again--as often as I can, really. I would forget what it was I was trying to find, distracted--I'd only want to be fucked again, touched by them again, and they would never say no to someone so willing and eager.
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arireynes 4 months
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Thinking about being the best knight in the kingdom, able to handle any monster I find, but no one knows it's because I know what they really want.
The dragon, for example. The plan was to save a princess and go, but the dragon was just so alluring, bargaining her freedom for my use, just for a little bit, and I agreed without question. As soon as she was safe, I'd be shoved to the floor, my armor stripped off, legs spread open for the dragon. They'd be so eager to have someone to fuck and use that I would stay much longer than our agreed date, but that would only mean I ensure they won't hurt with anyone else--except me of course.
Or a great beast that has captured a prince, and I go to slay him, but he's got the prince gasping and sunk on his cock, and coaxes me to join, so he can fuck us both through the night. In the morning we decide he'll return the prince as long as we both promise to return and visit and let him have us. And we couldn't possibly disagree.
The demon disturbing the peace in the kingdom just wants a little attention, and when I go to talk to him, he easily convinces me to spread my legs in exchange for his obedience. There's just no way I could say no to that, and in return, he leaves the people alone, and instead I find him somehow in my bedroom often, waiting to have me as he wants.
I'd get rewarded time and time again, but the real reward is that I can go anywhere to be satisfied and I'd find some monster that will give me what I need. And I'd be just fine with that.
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arireynes 5 months
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arireynes 5 months
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Pirate x tentacle monster?
As the captain of my ship, I'd have to be able protect my crew. Which is why I would stand in front of a terrifying creature half out of the water, twice the size of my whole ship, its thick tentacles making us sway and rock with the force of it as it smacks against the water.
I would approach it with a proposition. We give it something it wants, and it leaves us alone.
But it wants...me?
As captain of my ship, I'd have to be able to make sacrifices. If this is what it needs, then so be it. So long as it will keep my crew safe.
I'd agree, and it would waste no time. Grabbing hold of me with one of it's thick tentacles, lifting me into the air. My sword would fall from my grip as it uses it's other limbs to wrap around my arms and legs, holding me up. I'd struggle on reflex, and it would tighten around me, holding me firmly in place.
I'd feel another pulling at my top, before ripping it from my body, the sting of the fabric making me gasp. It would do the same with the rest of my clothes, leaving me bare, the sea air hitting my skin, and I'd gaze down at the creature.
I'd watch as more tentacles slid up out of the water, and my legs would be pushed farther apart as one nudges between my thighs. Another would move to my chest, the wet limbs dragging over me, knowing just how to touch me to make me feel good.
They would make sure everyone on deck can see it, can see how much I like being used, that I'll take them deeper and deeper, eagerly.
They'd fuck me till I'm trembling, barely able to think, and lay me back on the deck, sinking beneath the waves to leave us be. My crew would clearly have been turned on by the display, but would take me to bed, to let me rest.
After, though...I'd be approached more than once, and they'd ask if they could spend the night in my bed. And I would be more than willing.
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