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mushabumi · 1 year

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"The Thing that Lurks"

Monster smut. Tentacle monster that lives under the bed decides to join two women for some fun.

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“The Thing that Lurks”

A thud at the door. Bodies in need banging against the wood and the rattling of keys. It watches, always watches, and waits. It enjoys when she has company.

A creak as they enter, a slam as the world is sealed away. Hands upon thighs and under shirts. They kiss. Tongues in need, velvet soft, weaving together all while it waited and watched.

Springs creak as they fall on the mattress. A rush of sighs and moans elate it. Anticipation brings it forward from where it lives to watch. It was tired of watching. It wanted to touch. To feel.

She knew it lurked in her room, but never engaged with it. A trick of the light, she would say. She needed more sleep, her friend would say. All while it listened and lurked under her bed. It was fond of her. The way she read out loud sometimes, and the way she kicked her feet in the air while the music played. It would curl around her as she slept sometimes, relishing the way she held it tight. The soft breaths she made as she slept. It enjoyed her. Knew her. It wanted her to see.

Clothes slip to the floor and she is laid bare. Another woman above her, thick with muscle and dripping with need. She was busy with a bare breast, slowly teasing, aching to be filled. It obliged. A tendril emerged from under the bed, hidden from sight except from her. It curved around the new woman’s back. A whisper of touch along her spine all as she watched. The stranger moaned at the touch and arched into it. An invitation. It curved toward her breast and teased. Soft, then slowly suctioning a nipple. A deep moan and another arch, all while she watched. She reached toward it and touched, feeling the velvet softness of its skin. She shook her head and cupped the woman’s face, tilting it a deep kiss, all as she watched another tendril reach toward her. She closed her eyes and held the woman, hands roaming her things and spanking her. She bit the stranger’s lip as she felt something caress her cheek.

Her eyes snapped open. It moved to her round lips and begged for entrance. She slipped her tongue over it and sighed as she sucked. It undulated inside her mouth, basking in the sweetness of her cries and it wanted more.

She felt another at her nipple, slowly suctioning in time with the one in her mouth. Another careening up her thighs and dragging across the mess running down her thighs before entering her.

The stranger’s eyes widened as she saw a tendril of darkness filling her lover’s mouth. Her tongue slipped around it, eyes closed in ecstasy as it moved inside her mouth. The stranger leaned forward and kissed the tentacle just below the woman’s mouth. Their tongues slipped off the entity and found each other. The suctioning at her nipple became harder, and she felt another join her empty breast. She writhed against the woman, desperate for friction, moaning as the tendril slipped between their mouths. She felt another at her entrance, lapping at her dripping ache, before pushing inside her. She pushed her breasts against the other woman and kissed and kissed. She lost herself in the undulation of mouths and tongues and gnashing bites as she rode the entity inside of her.

It lost itself in the feeling of their tongues worshipping it. The soft wetness of them as it entered and pushed. The cries and sighs of their desperation. It felt her hands rubbing it between the women. Nimble fingers down its shaft and placing it between them so they could ride it as they kissed it. The three of them a tangle of limbs and it was elated. It pumped inside them, growing in thickness until it felt them clench against it. It pushed deeper, sucking their nipples and worshipping their mouths and lost itself. It had been starved for so long. So long without being touched. It couldn’t stop.

The stranger began shaking first. Her walls trembled as she climbed her orgasm and released with a gasp. Tears ran down her cheeks as it entered her again, gentler than before, urging her to another release.

The woman, the object of its fantasy, pushed the stranger on her back and began rocking above her. She grabbed the woman’s hands and placed them on her breasts as they bounced. She lifted her ass in invitation and cried out as it plunged deeper than before. She rode it with a punishing pace and it couldn’t help moving away from the stranger to plunge into her mouth once more and wrapping around her neck, then chest, and settling between her folds as she rocked against it. Its thicker appendage kept up with her punishing pace and pause as the stranger spanked her ass. It resumed, thrilled as the other woman kneaded her ass and thighs and sucked her throat. She’d place ravenous kisses onto it as she worked on the woman above her. Moaning as it pounded against her walls.

It was distracted, shaking as it resumed its task. Another tentacle emerged and spanked the woman as she rocked her ass against him. She released a cry as he entered her ass, and another as the stranger snaked a finger to her clit. As a team they worked to render her incoherent and drooling. She arched her back with a cry that drove it over the edge. All of its appendages released a thick, warm spray inside the women. It felt them come with it and slumped onto the mattress. It curled around them and held them. Satiated at last.

#monster smut #monster fucker #tentacle smut #terato tentacles #terato smut #monster lover #wlw nsft monster #nsft monster smut #original writing #exophelia #exophilia #depraved

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horny-ex-catholic · 2 years

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Ignoring all the breaches of ethics in doing this, I want to be a volunteer test subject on a space station that's experimenting with human/alien sexual relations.

So I get put in a small but comfortable room with all glass walls and plenty of lighting to make sure all the surrounding scientists can see me perfectly and take notes.

Before I enter the chamber, they undress me and I have to answer detailed questions about my sexual preferences and kinks, so that by the end I'm terribly flustered and wet. One of the scientists makes me lay down on the table and spread my legs, and I cant help a shameful whimper as she methodically strokes my clit and pushes two fingers deep into my pussy, inspecting my wetness.

She hums thoughtfully, takes some notes, and I'm dismissed. When I step into the chamber, I'm told my first partner will arrive shortly, and I'm given a pair of headphones that plays nonstop sounds of girls moaning to help keep me aroused, and there's aldeady a small group of scientists watching me.

And when I hear the door open behind me, one of the scientists speaks over the intercom, informing me that this particular species of alien has a set of tentacles it uses to constrict its partner while it breeds them, and it will not stop until it is certain the partner is thoroughly bred, which can take several hours. As I begin to feel the tentacles slithering around my legs, I remember that I've agreed to fifty trials in a row, having foolishly assumed each one would be fairly brief. But as I feel the thick head of a cock press against my pussy, I realize I'm going to be here, being fucked, for a long long time

#id love to hear any concepts y'all have for the aliens that fuck me 👉👈#my post #nblw and wlw only #nblw nsft #nsft lesbian #nsft wlw #wlw nsft #queer nsft #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #terato #exophilia #wlw and nblw only #men dni

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belledjinn · 1 year

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She's always quiet, so desperate to hold her voice whenever we go out like this. Like anyone could imagine what I'm doing to her beneath her skirt.

Like anyone could imagine what I am.

Still, it's enough for me to hear her squeak

To feel her shudder around my limbs as I plunge her soft depths

To drink the nectar she spills all over her thighs for me...

I like this human.

She tastes almost as good as she feels

🖤Tip? 💜

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xirldick · 2 years

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i think a lot about vampire subs. like fucking a vampire who's so fucking hungry and desperate but they aren't allowed to feed until you tell them so. normally they could snap you like a twig but they wanna be good for you so bad. edging them until theyre desperate to cum and to feed, just whining nonsensically as they mouth at your neck with their fangs just barely above the skin, trying so hard to hold back they tear up. mocking them for supposedly being so terrifying and powerful but they are crying and begging just for the privilege of drinking from you. and then when you finally tell let them bite down you fuck into them hard and they cum as they drink from you, moaning uncontrollably, and you watch as your blood literally fills their body and makes them flush so prettily. so yeah we need more vampire subs please

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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Sacrifice Turned Mate

Female Lamia X GN! Reader

A/N: These next two months are going to be focused a lot on monsters/cryptids and some darker yandere ideas due to the wonderful holidays so prepare!

TW: Blood/gore(light), scratches, bruises, kidnapping, injected venom/poison, human sacrifice, snake lady, feelings of suffocation,

Synopsis: Sent as an offering to appease the lamia in the forest, you instead are turned into her unwilling mate. (Borderline smut)

"Look, my prey." She cooed in your ear.

You winced, opening one eye to see the image in front of you. The broken mirror showed your reflection and the lamia behind, a woman with no shame in watching herself poke fun at your expense.

"Delicious..." she mumbled against your shoulder. "I can't get enough of you."

Nyoka’s long, forked tongue came out to give a series of wet licks to your neck, each one slimier than the last. She sucked on the tender flesh of the nape of your neck, hands roaming around to grab what they could. The woman was no more handsier than usual.

"You like what I do to you, don't you.." she chuckled, continuing to defile you with noxious kisses. "Walking in here on your own free will, hardly even struggling..." Her hand moved up your loose, baggy clothes.

Your shirt --already partly transparent-- allowed small areas of skin to show in the mirror, which became even more noticeable once the snake woman lifted the fabric upward. She pressed you hard up against her, hands daring to bruise your flesh as she nipped at you. Her hips were flush with your own as she slowly tiptoed her fingers down your belly.

In the mirror, you could see your pathetic state. Dark circles had formed under your eyes and your legs were bruised with long purple marks, props to Nyoka. The lamia ritual of wrapping one's tail around their mate in a “loving” embrace was not designed with fragile human bodies in mind. The woman had tainted you with her appendage and bite marks, all to prove that you were nothing but hers. You loathed each mark; every time one would disappear, a new one would form out of Nyoka’s obsessive upkeep.

Her nimble fingers reached your crotch, palming it with a soft but firm hand. She felt the warmth from your heat, taking note of how your hips swayed against her hand.

"Already all hot and bothered, are we?"

You bit your tongue as she rubbed circles on your clothed groin, her tail pressing even further down onto your legs. She was wrapped around you intricately, her long and girthy tail spreading your legs apart. The tail’s scales shined a dark red, its warmth making you unconsciously lean into her touch. The den Nyoka had kept you held up in was unbearably cold, purposely done for she knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her warm touch; especially after an evening of sunbathing. The creature was willing to do whatever necessary to get you to come crawling.

The mirror you faced was cracked and falling apart, the golden lining around it showing rust and decay. Though you could still see your reflection perfectly, your weak hands barely fighting off the snake woman as she fondled you.

Her plush breasts pushed into your back as her hair tickled your shoulders.

"Gonna be good for me, right? We can't have any incidents like last time..." Her voice lowers as she speaks when you look away; grabbing the brunt of your ass she stares at you in the mirror. "You know it's no fun when you struggle. So be a good little mouse and do as you're told."

She laughs in your ear, her sharp teeth ghosting over your skin. Nyoka massaged the flesh of your bottom-- gripping palms full. Spreading your legs a bit more with her tail, she left your crotch visible in the mirror. Lifting up your shirt, your exposed stomach appeared like a delicious treat to her in the reflective glass. Licking her lips and pointing her nail, the lamia raked your tender flesh. Small beads of blood quickly filled the newfound gap, making your eyes go wide.

"No!" You cried out.

The searing pain occurred promptly as her hand pulled back. The venom in her nails had tainted your skin, blood turning a faint black as it oozed out of you. Sweat slicked your brow as you desperately tried to cover your stomach in pain. The woman caught your hands, pulling them back and up to leave you exposed. Your soft stomach was painted with the long gash slowly leaking a dark red. The skin was irritated and pulsing. You swallowed the pained cries bubbling in your throat, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you felt the sting of her hand press against your abdomen.

If you could just have the upper hand this once, you prayed! The pain fueled your anger.

You could see the cut in the mirror, maroon staining the snake woman's hand as she brought it up to her mouth, her tongue slithering out and feverishly sucking on the blood coating her fingers. Nyoka’s other hand gripped your chest, fingers grabbing the bare flesh as her nails flexed into your skin. Hearing your small hiccups of pain turn louder she massaged your chest, finger tips circling your nipple as she tried to soothe you.

"Now now," She hushed. With her hand back down to your abdomen, you worried she'd strike you again. "Don't cry too much my prey; you've endured worse haven't you?"

It was true; you had endured worse by her hand. You thought back to the hours she'd spent curling you up in her tail, covering you in bruises and bite marks to make sure no other lamia or creature in existence would dare to try and court you-- better yet even touch you. For hours you laid there, listening to her sweet hums and feeling the hot agony of small drops of venom entering your system. It was the woman’s way of both protecting you, and rendering you helpless.

You panicked at seeing her claws grow nearer to your stomach. Trying to pry yourself out of her tail, your bitten and broken nails scratched at her layers of scales. Nyoka grunted, trying to squeeze you harder. But you persisted, wailing and twisting to escape. After the hours upon hours you had spent with her, you’d think you knew better than to try and run away. But the adrenaline pumping in your veins along with the poison was clouding your better judgment.

The lamia resorted to what she knew best; a move that you knew she’d use eventually, but one you hoped you’d be able to overcome. Shoving her hand past your flailing arms she pressed her palm against the heat in between your legs. Your loose tunic had fallen and was scrunched in between as she pressed hard circles to your sensitive core. The gash on your stomach was tainting the off-white fabric, dark blood garishly shining through. Your offering clothes were ripped and sullied now that you had been staying with the lamia. Her den was warm and mostly clean, but your multiple escape attempts had left you a torn, dirty mess.

Nyoka felt you twitch against her, stubbornly trying to ignore the feeling of arousal that she was stirring. The lamia disliked having to resort to such shameless methods to get you to still, but she knew you'd be trained soon enough. With the amount of venom she implemented in your system over these past several weeks, you’d soon fall to her every touch.

You looked away shamefully from the mirror as your body reacted to her touch, groans of refusal were slowly turning to whines. You were holding out longer than either of you expected, but you could feel each nerve growing more and more sensitive. pleasure was building up as you struggled, her hand pushing deeper, harder.

Trying to bite her arm, you found your head seized by her other hand. She removed it from teasing your clothed nipple, grabbing your face from her arm.

"You're naughty," she strained to say, watching you bare your teeth at her. "You're lucky I don’t pull out those pretty teeth of yours as punishment, or rip out that disobedient tongue."

You pulled against the lamia as your hips bucked up into her hand. Snatching up your tunic she shoved her hand down into your crotch, fondling anything she could get her hands on.

“My little prey, you're causing more trouble than you’re worth. It truly sounds like you want to be punished…” You shook your head violently, trying to suppress the moan that desired to escape. You could tell the lamia was growing frustrated with your stubbornness. “Look at yourself, look at what you’ve become.”

She forced your smushed face to stare at yourself in the mirror, watching as she rubbed her hand in between your legs. You were spread for her, an image she would enjoy if it weren’t for your defiance. Your face was squished in between her fingers, thoughts fading in and out between enjoying the ecstasy and trying to pry yourself away from her.

Your body was several different levels of twisted as Nyoka wrapped herself around you, tightening her coil around you to keep you down. You watched as your hips came to meet her hand, only to try and move as far away as possible. Your body was conflicted.

Eyes turning a bloodshot red, face damp with tears and spit, you looked down and away from the mess you had become; but your shame wouldn’t stop you quite yet. You would have bitten her fingers, if it wasn’t for the wave of nausea that hit you.

“So troublesome...” Nyoka whispered, grinning at the newfound expression on your face. Her venomous work was beginning to take effect.

You pinched your lips shut, feeling as if you were about to vomit. The room looked like it was spinning, Nyoka’s tail feeling ten times tighter and her teasing hands far more noticeable.

“What…” You were going to yell, growl at her, but the only thing that could come out of your mouth was a slew of unconnected words. Your head pounded as you leaned back onto her shoulder for support, unable to hold your body up alone.

“There there… You know there are consequences for defying your mate.” She said softly. Nyoka’s fight against you also seemed to die down as her tail loosened, hand rubbing softer circles against your clothed sex. You could feel it far more easier than before, the pleasure and pain crowding your mind as you felt yourself grow hazy. Your breathing became irregular, sweat dripping from your chest as the venom entered your system. You had felt this sensation so many times before, and yet it never got easier.

You wondered if Nyoka only chose to poison you when you were defiant to make it easier, or if it just so happened to be a coincidence.

“Don’t feel good…I’m gonna, m’gonna…” You babbled, hiccupping as the pain from the gash on your stomach increased.

“I know my prey. But you know what happens to naughty mates who don’t listen.”

Nyoka licked the sweat from your neck, flicking her tongue over the bruise that was beginning to form. You let out a small noise, trying to turn away but failing. The poison had rendered your body heavy, invisible bricks holding down your weight as Nyoka ate up every bit.

Her scarlet tail had wrapped around you lovingly, spreading your thighs as she lifted your soiled tunic again. You didn’t fight this time, too overcome with nausea and disorientation to stop her.

“You’re so lucky I’m so good to you. Touching you even though you’ve been such a rebellious little mouse…” You watched as she dug under your undergarments to reach between your thighs, lust in her delighted eyes as she searched for your hardening nipples once more.

“No--!” You whined loudly, chest heaving as the sensation of her fondling overcoming you.

“Yes,” She whispered, giggling at how your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and hopelessness.

You wished at every moment with her that you hadn’t been the one to be sacrificed in your village, that the creatures known as Lamias were just a bedtime story your elders made up, that you were still at home in the warmth of your bed. You wished that even if you had to endure this fate, you could have at least gotten a creature who did what it was supposed to. You weren’t supposed to be a “mate,” you were supposed to be an unfortunate meal for an insatiable beast.

Well, to be fair, that's still exactly what you were.

You were only able to sit there, to watch as Nyoka planted love bites to your neck, relishing every time your hip flexed from her fingers. You were grateful that at least she was mindful of her claws, gently touching you to avoid drawing blood. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tease you, softly raking her nails against your flesh to make you shiver. Trying to toss and turn away didn’t seem to help, you found. It only caused her to want to toy with you more, make you surrender to her. Your struggle motivated her.

But she was ready to push you to your limits. Pinching your oh so sensitive chest, Nyoka’s pace sped up, biting your earlobe as she watched you twitch and squirm at the newfound pleasure. Sobs began to leave your chapped lips, mixed with angry sounds of bliss. You were upset, irate, and so very worked up. Nyoka laughed at your sweet, conflicted expression.

“Mine… my adorable little prey.”

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monstersandmaw · 1 month

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A female siren who’s trying to get the attention and approval of a human pirate. I feel like there’s not a lot of wlw to read in your master list 😅

That’s precisely why I was asking for more female monster ideas. A lot of my readers are gender neutral these days though. My next story is wlw, though not siren/pirate.

#wlw exophilia #sapphic exophilia

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thatdogmagic · 2 years

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Riffing off a Twitter post by Kota (please be sure to head over there to like/RT it!), and of course this marvelous sign.

#werewolf #werewolves #monsterfucker #terato #exophilia #if the shoes fit #f/f #wlw #femslash #ch: Nina #thatartmagic

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shybunny · 1 year

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🔞 this post contains erotic writing intended for adults. do not interact with this post if you are a minor/under eighteen

🐲 dragoness, wlw, heat/rut, size kink, fisting, cunnilingus, enemies to lovers, humping the furniture, cumming under clothing

i lost the ask but this is for the anon who wanted me to write a lesbian dragon

There have been reports of a dragon stealing sheep and causing mischief on the edges of the kingdom. You don your armor, buckle on your sword, mount your horse, and ride out into farm country to investigate. The farmers are overjoyed to have a renowned dragon slayer come to their aid. They put you up at the local inn free of charge, and ply you with all kinds of humble gifts.

On the next morning, you ride out to the cave where the dragon is rumored to stay. The frightened shepherds in the nearby hills claim that they’ve heard all kinds of moaning and groaning coming from inside. You don’t know what you’ll find, but you prepare yourself for the worst.

You creep through the warm, humid darkness with your sword at the ready. You can hear a lot of low grunting and panting, and you follow the sounds to the deepest part of the cave. Finally you stumble upon the beast herself, and the sight of her makes your whole body grow hot. Your sword slips from your fingers. Her long body is mounted on top of a low rough rock, and she’s thrusting her large hips against it, her long tail whipping back and forth. Her thick juices are dripping down the rock beneath her bucking hips, and the guttural moans you heard are rolling out of her own open mouth.

She hisses when she catches sight of you, but she doesn’t slow her frantic rutting. You realize she must be in one of her rare mating periods, and unable to find a mate, she’s trying to take care of herself. You can’t stop watching her. You feel your own cunt getting hot and wet at the sight of her desperate need.

When she notices that you’re still staring, she bares her long teeth in a feral smirk. She slides off of the rock to the stone floor and rolls onto her side, exposing her scaley belly. Then she lifts her leg and presents the long swollen slit of her cunt to you. It’s dripping wet with her juices, and her large clit is peaking out of its hood at the top of her glistening folds.

You can’t resist the invitation. Against all sense, you approach the dragon, and fall to your knees in front of her cunt. You reach out to her and hesitantly stroke your hands through the soft wet folds, feeling her shuddering under your touch. With her heavy gaze on you, you curl one hand into a fist and work it through her dripping entrance, slowly sinking your whole forearm into her. Your other hand goes to the hood of her clit, stroking the sensitive organ through the thick skin. She groans gutturally, and her large hips buck against you, trying to fuck herself on your arm. Her long neck bends around so she can snake her head beneath your tunic, between your legs, and she starts to lap at your cunt through your thin hose with her long wet tongue. You’re both moaning against each other as you fuck each other, her huge tongue stroking hot and wet against your cunt, her walls trembling around your arm. The faster you rub her clit, the harder she licks your cunt, the harder her walls clench around you, until her big hips go rigid with tension and her cunt grips your arm like a vice, and as she moans long and loud between your legs, your throaty voice joins with hers and you cum through your hose, cumming against her tongue through the thin material.

Her whole body shudders as you drag your arm out of her cunt, glistening up to the elbow, and then you let yourself fall back against the stone floor. She raises her heavy head over yours and strokes your cheek with her tongue.

“Well done, little one,” she says in her smokey, good-humored voice. You feel her tail curling possessively around your leg. “I may have to keep you.”

#dragon x reader #exophilia #mating cycles #heat/rut #size kink #wlw nsft #nsft text #nsft #smut #request 🐇

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