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monstrouslyobsessed · 8 months

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some of these are SUPER old, gomen, so it'll be all under the cut for yall sanity. i really need to start answering more timely rip

tw: mild implications of noncon (cerelos), psychological mindfucks (cerelos), mentions of pregnancy (dol)

Oh, I can wait for your content as long as it takes! Creating is not an easy task, so take your time, dear. Ofc, posting everyday is cool, blah-blah, but your health and mental state is much more important. Don't worry about this <3 And talking about DoL, did you get to Ivory Wraith already? Who is your faves generally? —anonymous

did i not answer this before??? tumblr, please. anyway, ye i did! plotwise, very very fascinating. gameplay wise, annoying as heck when i was in middle of things i was working towards to lol i do wish ivory wraith's plot wouldn't be centered around weird anal/ear/whatever pregnancy tho, thats…kinda not my thing kdshkds--and thats coming from someone who writes preg on the regular. pls dev.

Ahhhh don't feel bad! Ur content is top-tier and u r a lovely perfect bun! Even quick look on your post is enough to feel that you're always working hard to give your best – it's we who should be thankful for all food u r giving </3

A lot lot lot of love to ya, dear 🥰 @iwanthistongue

dawww thank you dear <3333 i just wish i have it in me to be the super productive like some of the epic writers on this platform, but i dont dsklhdsl so all i can do is to do my best and provide every so often <3 also sorry that i cant seem to ping you???

Omg you're into dol? Who's your favorite character so far? —anonymous

eden, tbh! i ran into a scenario where they kidnapped me angry after being gone for too long. oof, what happened after that…wheeoooow but most of the characters are pretty dang good too!! i'd like to focus more love on kylar but theyre quite...annoying gameplay wise so…augh lol

i crave more beastfolk content 🤤 maybe something with a male reader dealing with a few yandere beastfolk who are trying to one-up each other and compete for him? male!yandere x male!reader content is a bit hard to find, especially if it's transmale!reader —anonymous

just send in an ask and i'll see what i can do! i found writing male readers (be it cis or not!) a little tricky sometimes, because i always feared crossing that…bad line, yanno? in spite of the contents i write.

that said, i'm all for writing more gays, just need a little nudge and sparks to write one~

have you heard of scp 401? —anonymous

…huh, this is a pron in the making. but no! this is the first ive heard of it. im aware of scp and knew some of its characters but not this one!!

Happy bday! I hope you got yourself a nice treat! —anonymous Happy birthday, dear! 🥳—anonymous Happy (i guess)late birthday, luv!!! Thank you for writing at this special day, hope your day was amazing <3 —anonymous

ohhhh this is months late;;; im so sorry but thank you all so much for your kind bday wishes!! ily all a bunch!!!

OMG YESSSS LORE!!! MORE MORE MORE <333 Thank you for the food, I can't stop re-reading 😭😭😭 —anonymous

ye~i mainly wanted to do more centaur pron tbh LOL glad you liked my nasty bois!

For a few days I had a thought- I hope it's ok to share ahaha- Okay, so – after getting in his grasp his future bride were acting so, so good. Her dedication is admirable, she's a quick learner and charismatic enough to get the liking of the teachers and maids. Her gentle and caring nature shows while she's communicating with others – no surprise everyone likes her. She's the same she was the day he met her... But the thing is, after all of this, she's absolutely terrified of Cerelos. She's not crying and wailing, but she's getting so quiet, so uncomfortable in his company, she always hiding her eyes and never tries to speak first – and she trembles so, so bad every time they're touching! Last time she even fainted from all nerves. How he may act and how mad he would be that servants getting more smiles and laughs than him? —anonymous

hmmm depends on why the darling is frightened tbh are they always afraid or is this started after cerelos took them the first time? i do imagine he'd be pretty upset and even offended, though he won't outwardly show his feelings. he'd probably start ordering the servants to disappear whenever the darling is in sight, be invisible, to further isolate them, to force them either to face their loneliness and/or accept cerelos as their emperor and husband. since humans are in nature social, they'd naturally long for some form of company and possibly some skin to skin contact.

in short, since the coecrced sex doesn't seem to do enough, cerelos would've likely infict some psychological damages on his darling to force them to accept him. he wouldn't be…physically abusive, no, but he will emotionally and mentally cripple his darling without relying on cruel words and uses some amount of gaslighting.

regardless, you will only have him and you will love him. he is, after all, your emperor and husband. why wouldn't you embrace him and his power?

Hi! I hope this is okay to ask: I saw one of your slightly older asks, and you mentioned you have a draft with a slime monster. I'm very curious about that one (but I also love your writing in general!), so I just wanted to ask you if you plan on finishing it —anonymous

.....sdhdflsk i thought i posted it, gosh dang it. well, i'll look into this later. if nothing else, it would be nice to go back and post my shitty 5 minutes thoughts again.

Hello how are you ? Hope you are doing well ❣️ I wanted to ask if you will continue or write anything similar like the rabbit hybrid fic ..it's my fav and i also like the ghost husband fic ..sorry if i made u uncomfortable👉👈...Have a nice day💖 —anonymous

i'm doing better!! <3 ty for checking in, luvvv

and after some waffling around, i considered since human/beastfolk hybrids are so rare and are considered the 'monsters' of their world (ig basically, considered as 'mythical', like yeti's and such, but actually does exist, kind of monsters), i figured it couldn't hurt to make these sad hybrids canon to my universe soooooooo ye i wouldn't mind doing more of them!! also i've done a crocodile hybrid one, if you've missed that one.

no, no, you're good! <3 loves getting asks like this~

the momster is back!!! we missed you, hope you’re having a good day <333 (p.s i am a monster fucker through and through, i will literally read and love anything you write mwah) @letskidaddle

daww youre so sweet!!! <3 ty!! monster fuckers united!!!! and yes you have a lovely day as well!!

whewwww, thats some asks to get through hhhh but man tumblr is so ugly. anyone know the fix to get it back to its simple self??

anyway, im slowly getting into the swing of things. got couple wips i can work on, maybe, and clear the inboxs for a fresh start (sorry to anyone who were waiting on certain things!! you can send them again tho!! a clean slate is needed imo). anyway, hope yall are doing wonderfully <3

#ghosts are curious.👻#☠️not writing...#anonymous #asked #answered

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monstrouslyobsessed · 3 years

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headcanons for the Cerelos with pregnant clumsy innocent darling. with very Fluffy if possible 😇 —anonymous

tw / tags: afab reader, gendered language, pregnancy, sfw, unedited featured character(s): antlered centaur / emperor cerelos

—note: iunno about innocent, but naivety on the other hand…well, im not v good at writing fluff but i tried? edited: decided to edit out the smutty bit because i wasnt happy with it lol

》Everyday he look at you, he knew he had chosen well. —you may not be the most educated or best mannered empress consort, —but you are nothing less than devoted. —even when you were trembling under other people’s judgmental gazes, you kept your chin high and your smile unbreakable. —if anything, you are better as his wife and lover, his light in the darkness—and as he rubs his hands over your growing belly, soothing the growing child in your womb, you are sure to be a wonderful mother.

》You are uncomfortable, having an equestrian child is harsh on your body, but you are both determined and excited to meet this child. —even though you could no longer walk by 3rd month, you still demand to be the one responsible at overseeing the designs in your child’s nursery room. —you hardly looked that big in your first trimester, your Cerelos assuring you that the child will be born small to fit your statue, but you quickly learned that carrying a magical being brought its own burden. Literally. —who knew magic had a weight to it? —you didn’t care enough to question the logics of magic. —you simply wanted to enjoy your pregnancy the best you could instead of wasting your time questioning things and chattered away on some other topics relating to upcoming parenthoods and raising a child. —ignoring most of the relevant important questions the Emperor would need to answer and address later. —…maybe that is why others thought you might be a bit empty in your head sometimes.

》Cerelos takes upon himself to be your steed, carrying you wherever you wished to go. —regardless of how busy he is, with piling paperworks and scrolls on his desk, you were and are always his first priority much to his advisors’ frustrations. —he…also didn’t trust you not to fall, struggling with the weight of his child’s growing magic in your belly. —he had seen you falling so often before (over nothing even!) that it is practically a second nature for him to kneel and demand you to climb on his back by the very first glance he sees you. 》you are a chatterbox, a giggly one, and you would comb your fingers through the back of his mane while on his back. —Cerelos would never admit it aloud but he adores it when you run your hands through his hair and down his skin. —more so when you are talking about unnecessary things—your passions, your excitements for the future, everything and nothing. —it…is a nice change from listening to the endless drones on the political matters, his advisors and other important figures’ voices as cold as the incoming winter. —you are the summer to his wintery heart.

》Although you fancied yourself as ‘not all that attractive’ and doubted that other equestrian would consider you beautiful, Cerelos saw otherwise —ever since you and he learned that your pregnancy finally took, people’s heads started turning in your direction. —more and more as your belly continued growing. —you still didn’t see how their eyes burned or how often they approached you out of their own free wills, under the pretense of helping you. —Cerelos started clearing out whatever (public) space you are intending on visiting after catching the previous member of his court attempting to flirt with you, keeping only the equestrian maids you are relatively close to. —He wouldn’t admit that he is being both jealous and territorial of his precious empress.

》You started writing storybooks for your child. —You would start writing while lodging in the castle’s lush garden, humming and hawing at all sorts of ridiculous and fantastical ideas that comes to your mind. —Cerelous isn’t all that great at keeping his suggestions G-rated though, he never really had a childhood, but he tried his best. —otherwise, he is an excellent editor and you cherishes his feedbacks. —all the while he’d be sitting on the ground, with you resting against his larger body. —sometimes you’d fall asleep in the middle of your writing, your pregnancy exhausting. —When you do, Cerelos would hum his songs for a moment to lull you into good dreams, before taking your little body into his arms and scuffles his hooves to stand. —he never failed to press a kiss on your forehead once he tuck you in the shared bed, before he leave for his duties. —you’d giggle a little, having been awake long enough to feel his scratchy beard on your nose and for him to kiss you so sweetly, before you return back to your dreamland.

》Although the…romance had slowed down a fair bit with you yourself focusing on your upcoming motherhood, you and Cerelos still flirted with one other in your/his own ways. —nuzzling is a commonplace. —in private, he’d sing a quiet song to you to ease your anxieties and rub you down unprompted. —you enjoys surprise-kissing him. You had gotten good at tricking the Emperor to lend down so you can a plant a sweet one on his lips. He’d get a little flustered, but he rarely failed not to return one which sometimes lead to…quite a passionate round. —he like massaging your body, ridding the tensions and exhaustions in your muscles. Oh, gods, his hands are so godly that you fall asleep sometimes. Cerelos would shake his head and chuckle at you. —whenever you laments the state of your body, Cerelos would quickly remedy your concerns by kissing every inch of your skin and murmur all sorts of words that would have you burning with embarrassment and flattery.

》you are looking forward to the future together with him and the child. —Cerelos wonders how it would look with more than one child.

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monstrouslyobsessed · 3 years

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Soooo how about some nsfw headcanons for ur horse man cerelos, maybe after wedding?—anon

tw: mentioned kidnapping, implied body modification, noncon

》he may be the emperor, his emotions and needs under his tight reigns —but he’s quite...suppressed, —pented up.

not sfw headcanons under the cut.

》although he fell for you at almost the first glance and wanted to keep your imagery pure before the wedding —his body and mind conjured fantasies —fantasies that no sane man should want —fantasies of seeing you writhing and be ruined underneath his giant body —to lust to pound his impossible cock inside your tight little cunt —after your arrival to his empire, to his stronghold, he’d taken up to wearing a cape over his lower body since —it was a cultural declaration that he found himself a wife, unbeknownst to you —but really, it was also to hide his...shames —every time he see you, he wanted to take you right there and here —but he’s a master of self control

》he had to, no, chose to wait a year —he love you more than he lust for you, truth be told —you deserve to be courted properly —...even if you didn’t know you were, until very weeks before the wedding —he is, was a proper man with brilliant upbringing after all —even if you were but a mere human and he was...not —he love you

》but there were few nights where he succumbed to his needs for your touches —after you found out you were being courted and reacted poorly, he forced you to endure his...affections —smothered you in his attentions, his kisses on your lips, on your everything —though he never took your cunt for himself —not yet —but you needed to be properly...trained. to see just much he could destroy you —your...shy touches abated him for a little while longer, enough to last him to the wedding

》there were a ritual that had to be done sometimes before the wedding —because you were a human —you��d probably die if he tried taking you as is, without magical interferences and spells embedded inside your body so you could carry his full blooded children —he didn’t like any of these old perverts gazing upon your bare body —but there were no choice otherwise —he love you, even if he’d never tell you —only show —you deserved to be loved properly

》you were still shaken up by all the experiences you had to endured to become the emperor’s wife, the wedding was so grand, so beautiful —and to declare you the monster emperor’s inescapable bride —that you were never meant to leave —you’d never forget that fearsome possessiveness in his lips, from when he kissed you so calmly in the front of your audience—witnesses —but fate wasn’t done just yet with you —the wedding night, and the honeymoon, still awaited you —the breeding pillory

》it was perfect —with you unable to go anywhere, naked and trapped, weeping and waiting to be mounded —he saddled your tiny body with his gigantic form —lined up his thick cock to your wet cunt —you were so tight...you fit him so beautifully —how long was that torturous night? —it was quite a beautiful night for him —to turn you into his breeding whore, a tight human hole accommodating to his inhuman cock

》despite the grief in your mind, your body grew to be addicted to that kingly rod of flesh and his cum —before the night ended, your tongue turned loose and betrayed your mind, you were begging for more —your emperor was pleased to hear your cries and confessions, that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you —he rutted you like you were a bitch in heat

》you still required some trainings —you were so stubborn —you even tried escaping him some days prior, with that sorry bag of flesh that was your previous fiancé —even though you sported that injury in your shoulder, he made sure to show you proper punishments after the wedding, reminding you of what you did —that ended with you moaning and crying on the floor with your ass up and his cock in your overstuffed cunt, leaking a puddle under your tired swollen body —ah, he love you so very much

》“your majesty, my queen—my empress, bow down before me.” —yes, just like that —worship your king —your emperor —spread yourself before his royal cock —and take all of it inside your cunt —take it all 》you are finally his —he love you

edited, saw plothole in the timeline and fixed it

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monstrouslyobsessed · 4 years

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his empress, collared

You’ve been very good, but maybe too good.

👑a/n: found this random smutty short (LIE!) drabble about my bastard horse emperor and completed it to tide you over while i work on the pyramid head noncon. ngl, idk how to feel about it, so its probably why it was initially abandoned lol. as always, please read the tags.

👑rating: explicit nsfw 👑pairing: antlered centaur emperor cerelos x female reader 👑trigger warnings: dubcon, implied past forced body “enchantments”, implied past exhibitionism 👑kinks/tags: bondage, big dicc, horse dicc, stomach bulge, cum inflation, cum stuffing, size difference 👑word count: 2.6k, unedited

👑DO NOT FEATURE MY WORKS IN YOUR VIDEO WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION👑

The reverberation of those chains rattled your heart, but the clip-clop of your emperor trotting arrested you. Shivering reddened skin would surely make an impression on him. Cold metal provided no comfort and the sturdy wood beneath your belly was agonizing in your position, the smooth edge sawing across your splayed thighs. Your legs weren’t spared, chained taut and left you exposed and defenseless.

Whimpering in your breaths, you had to stay calm. Needed to reflect back on where you had done wrong and offended your emperor-husband. You’d been very good, obedient, and never failed to attend to his needs. Were there some cultural misunderstanding? It couldn’t be, your teachers were extraordinary strict (your wrists throbbed at thinking of those unforgiving individuals’ lashing you for your mistakes) and their heads would’ve rolled had they failed you in some ways.

Cerelos, when it comes to you, isn’t lenient even to his own people.

Yet you returned to the very position—and lost your first time to your emperor as a part of your punishment—and to test your physical capabilities under him. Clenching your tongue between your teeth, you willed yourself not to remember the experiences a moment prior. The linings of your organs pulled taut, pronouncing those memories. You shook your head and reminded yourself of your current position.

The breeding pillory. An exquisitely forged framework, nothing but the best for the emperor and his human empress, built onto heavy-duty pillars. In the center of this such masterpiece are three holes, meant to secure the head and hands—to trap the bride. Underneath was a polished marble slab, an alter, its sole purpose was to level your body in a specific angle and to support the centaur’s bulky weight. Several feet above were several levels of silver bars for him to hold on to, to help stabilize his position.

Cerelos initially reserved the pillory for punishments for whatever slights you committed—and for his eventual heirs (he assured you it was too soon, with tensions between kingdoms were still too high). But what offense had you done this time? You were enjoying reading a book in the emperor’s personal library when your equestrian maids arrived, declaring you were needed and escorted you to this glacial room. Stripped bare you merely whispered your confusions when the maids locked you in the pillory.

You learned it was unwise to fight them—and any equestrian, in the end. A single adult equestrian equaled strength of ten men altogether. Much stronger than you, a tiny two-legged thing. The maids your emperor appointed you were subservient, to his wills, yet cared for you as per their duty. They were often your sole female companions in this castle full of judgmental individuals.

Oftentimes they’d nudge you in the right direction, to ensure your safety from crossing Cerelos somehow. That time, they apologized to you, “We do not know, but you’ll be alright, your Majesty.” One murmured to you, her stern composure breaking for a moment, while the other slithered an handful of ointment inside you, “We’ll see you after.”

It was an dreadful act done to you, but it was an necessary evil to survive your husband. The maids didn’t linger long, retreating and left you freezing, humiliated, and vulnerable. Despite the cold, you were melting from the inside.

The ointment was more than effective, it was an aphrodisiac. A painful one, leaving a gaping hole in your belly only a man’s cock could fill—your husband’s, specifically. “Yo-you, ah, Majesty,” you whimpered, hearing a scraping slide of the door behind you. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his glided hooves.

Cerelos secured the door, barring all eyes from laying on your delicate form, “I see you’ve been well, my dear,” his tone could freeze the Hell itself, “considering you are dripping wet.” His gait was purposeful, slow, to unnerve you.

“…ahn, w-what did I do this time t-to war-warrant this punish—punishment?” You quivered, hot breaths leaving your lips in white plumes. Several thumps followed, leading you to imagine him to stripping his elaborate wedding saddle (an equestrian version of wedding ring) and the kingly robe from his back.

You tried not to picture your husband sporting a hard-on underneath those fineries, but your brain was a traitorous thing.

His hands seized your buttcheeks, rubbing his thumbs on the silky skin. Cerelos’ calloused fingers gliding over your spine was a punishment within itself. You knew he was lowering his four legs and bending his waist in order to reach your body. He was a titanic being, well worthy of his crown. His voice trembled, “Truly?” You tensed when he rubbed his course chin, kissing alongside your rigid spine, “Nothing at all, you’ve been wonderful. Obedient. Perfect wife and queen of my people. ”

Curving in from your thigh, his fingers homed in and prodded at your folds. “Wh—why this…then?” Your whine hiked a higher notch when Cerelos spread you—toying with your wet flesh.

“Because I liked, and missed, punishing you.” Cerelos murmured, tonguing the triangle of your tailbone and set it tingling with his groomed beard. At your mewling protests—as weak as they were, he pulled away from you and evened his broad shoulders, “Shush, you liked this as much as I do.” Cerelos chuckled when you gave up on your words. Grabbing a bar above him, meant to stabilize his footings, he trumped his front hooves on the slab you lied on.

Taking the bar above your head, he pressed his rear half downward with a huff of air. Without physical assistance, angling himself was a tricky part. His cock had a will of its own, yet lacking a proper ability to pigeon in to your cunt. As big as he is, he physically cannot adjust himself either.

Nearly saddling you under his belly, Cerelos murmured, “can you feel it?” He fingered through your hair, appreciating the silkiness running through his hand.

“Er, uhm,” you panted, balling your fists. Heat flushed on your clitoris, “al-almost!”

“Ah I’m under you, let me amend that…” You flinched when both of his hands clutched on a curved ironwork between your neckhole. Cerelos’ feathered furs trickled your ribs and breasts, shuffling the metal shoes on the marble.

This part was always awkward for both of you, your bodily differences especially apparent. Not for the first time you absently wondered what you and Cerelos would’ve looked like to an outsider, fumbling around like it was your first time. Outsiders were strictly forbidden from witnessing both of you and your emperor’s copulations—and Cerelos had far too much pride to ask for help.

“Can you now?” You squeaked at how close Cerelos was to you, his teeth nibbling your ear. His hand palmed your throat, caressing you. Something burnt your folds.

You nodded what little you could in his grasp, “Y-yes! Yo-your flare—!”

“Perfect,” your cunt spread wide by the emperor’s crowned head. Slacking your jaw, you couldn’t breathe, your body was being slowly speared, “if, ah, only I could see under you...” Cerelos glued his thumb on the surface of your tongue and shuddered at your tightness, “Perhaps it wouldn’t be so…ah, prudent to have mirrors implemented in this room?”

“Y-your, eugh! Majesty!” You could feel every one of the irregular bumps on Cerelos’ crowned cock...you could never have enough of it, stretching you so much to accustom him, “P-please…” You begged, suckling his digit.

Releasing your tongue, the emperor ran his thumb down your gnawed-swollen lips, “Please what, my dear?” Cerelos inched himself inside of you, relishing everything that was you.

Fluttering your eyes shut, you swallowed your mewls and arched your hips to take in more of his length. Courage, you needed courage to confess your shameful hunger. Your voice betrayed you, “F…fuck me, your Majesty…”

“Whatever my empress desires, she gets,” Cerelos rumbled, pleased he’d trained you well. Departing from your mouth, he fisted the bar and braced himself. Through his panting breaths, he groaned, “Prepare…yourself.”

Gnashing your teeth and hissed in a deep breath, your eyes rolled backward. You braced for it, but you always falter in the face of lust. Numbness consumed you, following with a stab of electricity.

Before you knew it, you went blind with sheer pleasure and a hint of pain. The shell of your skin stretching more the kingly cock pressed in, your womb aching and coiling over the kiss of Cerelos’ rigid flesh. Silky surface, not spared from occasional pulsing veins as thick as your pinkie, glided inside your cunt.

Before, whenever you regained your capability to think, it unnerved you at how well you fit him almost like glove. Now, you didn’t care. Thinning your lips, you smothered the urge to beg your emperor from violating you. Crescent moons embedded into your palms from your nails, you whimpered, “Ce…” he was stringing you up tightly, but his cock remained still. Immobile to your body’s pleas.

Flushed to his hilt, Cerelos lingered a minute too long and shuddered at how homely you were. Cold steel bit his fists, he slid shut his eyes and settled his heavy testicles over his beloved empress’ supple rear, imprinting his heat on your skin. The writhing warmth of you spread across his lower belly, easing all senses of the royal burdens from his shoulders—albeit briefly. He trusted you’d allow him this single moment to himself.

It took some works, an impressive amount of magic and readjustments for your poor body to be accustomed to his uses, but yet, Cerelos recalled his first time with you fondly.

His efforts were worth it, to truly become one with you—without breaking your body beyond recognizable as wild heathens were known to do with the fairer half. He was only sorry that he had to display you before the trusted doctors, but he knew you understood the reasons behind the humiliation. You were a smart thing—the emperor did not choose poorly.

Your cunt was just as tight as before, gripping his cock masterfully and tempted him to destroy you. Over and over, until your womb bear fruits—his children. Yes, it was necessary for you to endure humiliation, for these miserable old men to cast spells on your fragile body. He could only have you—and none others.

If it meant he and you will be comparable and lifelong lovers, then so be it.

“C—Cerelos!” His empress sobbed, squirming with his cock rooted deeply inside of her—you. Thumping his back hooves, he tormented you with a turn of his hips, “Your—uhmp!” Cerelos shuddered at how you engulfed his size.

“Patience, dear,” he crooned, slowly withdrawing from your cunt. With his crowned end remaining, Cerelos angled his torso over the high bar and reached down, “you know I won’t be kind in but a moment.” He caressed your sweat-slicked cheek.

That large hand slipped away. You gasped—but your emperor scantly gave you seconds to ready yourself from the impact. You saw the blurs before your body felt the punishing impacts beating from below your navel and battering your skin. Tears glistened from the corners of your eyes—but you couldn’t be any happier.

The void left in by that painful ointment was being stuffed proper, to the brim, by your husband’s royal cock. You no longer felt empty, being speared apart by mind-shearing pleasure. Please, you wanted to beg, fuck me more, harder! But your voice disappeared under his majesty’s onslaught.

White cloud hang in the air, fleeing from your lips. Chill ached your swollen teats, left untouched by your husband’s beloved hands. Forces from Cerelos’ fucking jumped your breasts and your shoulders hummed with discomfort from being slammed harshly into the pillory.

They all heightened your desperate needs for him, your emperor.

Your brain blanked and a cry so sharp pierced in your ears. That was you, crying the moment your climax broke. Another followed quickly, clenching his unforgiving cock. Everything vanished, bleak in your unfocused eyes. Whatever strength you had left you and you were content at allowing Cerelos to fuck away inside your crude, peasant body.

His testicles thudded against your bruised cunt, batting your hardened jewel. It should hurt, but with his thrusting, you hardly felt anything but Cerelos. There was an instinctive want to close your thighs, to pin your emperor deeper inside you, but couldn’t. Chains rattled distantly.

Exhilarated, you paid no attention at how warm the air had gotten. Sweat sticking your frazzled hair. Or how sweetly your emperor’s cock was kissing your womb.

You paused, realized you could breathe long enough to cleanse your lungs from the heat. Thoughts came sluggishly. Cerelos slowed his hungry pursue of your body, drawing out the pain, “Y—your maje—hm!?” You choked at the punch of his slam, his low groan loud in your ears, and stretched your belly to a taut over his cock.

It was scorching hot, burning your insides. The cooled surface pressed against your stomach more Cerelos released inside your poor womb, his cum solemnly escaped your plugged cunt. Rivulets crept down your quivering thighs.

You never felt so heavy before, the stomach swelling with the gushing liquid fire. The shape of his length disappeared under the rounding shell of your stretched skin. Hands curling in tight balls, you mewled—Cerelos still pulsed inside your cunt.

Clicks rang in your ears, rousing you from the daze, you were freed from the breeding pillory, “A-ah, my stomach…” your groan had him chuckling. Finding your hands freed, you grasped your bloated belly and readjusted your position to lie partially on your side onto the slab, “you, ah…” your back sharply arched when Cerelos’ cock was tugged loose from your cunt. With it gone, your belly softened but it was still filled to brim with his thickly white content. The cum he spent inside of your womb poured in a steady stream of waterfall between your cum-slicked thighs, “came so much…” nails bit in palms, shaking and feeling oddly empty, you were conscious only to Cerelos’ roaming hands.

“I’d be glad to provide more if desired,” Cerelos peeled open your legs and plugged several of his fingers deep in your cunt, disrupting the thick rivulets, “though I do not remember giving you my permission to discharge my seeds.” His reproach had you feebly reaching down to cup yourself, though you spread the soft folds instead with your husband’s plunging fingers hindering your intentions.

Wetting your lips, a long whine followed your gasp, “I’m sorry…” Cerelos’ fingers were hiking your sensitivity to a near-painful degree, knuckles purposefully rubbing against your swollen nub. Despite your ruined state, your appetite was carving for something bigger than the emperor’s thick fingers. You refused to say it though.

Give your emperor an inch, he’ll take a mile.

Cerelos’ lips curled upward, “Discipline is essential to be a good empress, my dear.” He pulled away. At his leer, you immediately palmed in your ravaged hole. Your effort proved fruitless when thin streaks continued to dribble outside your hand.

You said nothing, pushing up the tongue to the roof of your mouth to smother a whimper. Awaiting for his command and to sit pretty for him. Refusing your eyes to gaze upon his glorious cock, you locked to his cool gaze.

“We’ve a long night ahead of us,” Cerelos thudded his front hooves on the slab you perched on. Navigating himself to get closer to you, he hovered his erected length in front of your face. Locking on his leaking crown, you salivated but remained immobile until his further command, “I highly suggest you to make uses of that pretty mouth of yours and keep your womb full, hm?”

Being an obedient, collared pet you were, you obeyed without a second thought and grasped it in your hand. It was so thick that your index finger and thumb could not touch, leaving an notable gap. Tonguing and kissing the weeping hole inside his flare, you cooed at his groan, “as my emperor wish.”

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