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biscuitdragonwithastick · 7 months

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Imagine you're a scientist. You work for, probably, not the most ethical of organizations. The work you do was supposed to involve research demonic power and it uses to better the world. But, instead, you've found yourself observing and dispensing of gallons of demon cum.

The idea started simple. Demons generate energy through their impulsive and sinful natures. So, if one can find a way to "milk" out that energy, then it could be used a potential limitless source to power anything one can dream of.

The drawback is that, between the seven deadly sins, Lust has been the only nature that's consistently drawn the most power over time.

Thus, you - standing in front of the observation bay windows - watching a demon pound away into a milking machine. He was large and muscular, thick horns jutting outwards and sharp enough to kill a man with the smallest of gestures. He had a name - supposedly - but demon language meant nothing but gibberish to human ears. You just called him "Dee".

The job wouldn't be so bad, The cum wasn't very useful and you had the job of disposing of it, if it weren't for the fact that the more "higher up" scientists had noticed this particular demons energy output rose exponentially when you watched them.

It wasn't being in the same room, whether it be through camera or window, the thing somehow knew when you were watching him. In recordings, he would fuck into the machine, for lack of a better word, "vanilla". Rhythmically fucking in and out almost bored by its predicament. But when you entered the room... When you watched the live feed...

Dee's breath hitched and he picked up the speed. His hips pulled out in long and swaying thrusts, becoming more targeted to the phantom mares inner collection chamber. As if he were fucking a real body. His body hunched forward and he breathed against the metal frame and spoke in demon tongue. And his claws, they dragged into the ground, being careful not "hurt" the fake body it was presented with.

It was showing off. Everyone knew that it was thinking of you when it thrust inside. That it wanted you to replace that the unfeeling, robotic hole that it fucked day in and day out.

And, what started out as disgust, was slowly turning warmth and arousal. You were growing jealous of the mechanical contraction it bred.

It should be you.

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whensecretsrise · 4 months

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The monster adoption fair was like nothing you could imagine. It was massive. Feeling as though it stretched on forever. Creatures ranged from mundane to outlandish. Rows upon rows of were-creatures- be it wolves or cats, naga or foxes or great feathered birds and more- all nestled safely within their kennels. A sign directed the way to where the centaurs, minotaurs, and satyrs were kept. You barely gave it a glance before turning down the next row. Tanks held merfolk and sirens, some muzzled for safety, and a number of amphibian and reptilian creatures. One tank in particular seemed impossibly large. The water in it so dark you weren't sure what could be inside. That was until a great suckered tentacle brushed along the glass.

Your heart kicked against your chest at the sight of it. Half primal fear, but the other half. Well, there wasn't any use dwelling on it. There was no way you could imagine what caring for something that large would take.

You wander deeper, giddiness welling inside you. The background checks you had to pass, the rounds and rounds of interviews you had to go through to prove that you would be a responsible owner. All of that and more was worth it to be allowed entry into the fair.

There was a temperature change in the next room you entered. Everything was warm enough that you were already starting to sweat before taking even a dozen steps inside. Demons, incubi, succubi, and plenty more beyond that all stared out at you through their glassed enclosures. The glass was thick enough that you couldn't hear their words, but the way they moved, so languid and sensual, had a blush rising to your cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat. The temperature slowly lowered as you approached the far end of the room. The creatures in those enclosures were more insectoid. Joints that seemed to bend the wrong way, appendages stranger than any you'd seen before. You couldn't help but pause to watch their twitching movements and how they traversed the structures in their enclosures. Beyond those lay more familiar creatures. Giant bees. Wasps with their wings beating so fast you were sure you could hear their buzz. Moths that had left a fine coat of powder from their wings on the glass. After a moment of awe you move on.

The temperature in the next room was considerably lower. A much welcomed respite from the heat. More tanks and enclosures filled this room. Your heart began to speed for you had made it to the room you had come for. Slimes of all sizes and colors pressed against their glass. There were plenty of humanoid slimes with big, soft eyes and coy smiles, but that wasn't what you wanted. You brushed past the larger tanks with barely more than a second glance. A smaller companion was what you were seeking. Something that wouldn't take up too much space, but was easy to cuddle with if you wanted.

You carefully inspected a number of tanks. Some of the slimes gave off a faint glow while others shimmered under the lights. There were even some that seemed to change from one color to another as they moved. Each one had a small description plate in front of it detailing habits, temperament, enrichment suggestions, and more besides. The wiggling masses within regarded you with varying levels of interest.

One, however, immediately perked up when you approached it. It was a beautiful pearl white that sparkled with golds and pinks. It swarmed against its glass, pressing itself as close to you as it could manage. Tentatively you placed a gentle hand against the glass. Doing so wasn't allowed, but you couldn't help the way it was drawn to you. A trickle of warmth passed through the glass and a wave of calm washed over you. This was it. The one you would take home had claimed you for its own.

You quickly scribbled down your guest number on the provided card, and took a copy of the creature's location card. The slime remind pressed against the glass as if watching you work. It was only when you began to walk away did it shrink back down to the bottom of its container.

It took a while to locate a staff member among the vast network of rooms and the other visitors of the fair.

"I would like to adopt this creature please," you said as you handed over the slime's identification card.

The worker scanned the card before giving you a sympathetic look. "Are you sure about this? This particular slime has been bounced back to us at least three times. It's very temperamental."

You recall the wave of calm you had felt when you were only separated from it by the glass beneath your hand. "I'm certain."

"Have you ever had a slime before?"

"No," you admitted, "I've never had the money to adopt one. I've been saving for years though, and I'm certain this is the slime I want."

"You might want to start with an easier one first. You being brand new to this and all. I can almost guarantee that this one will still be around if you decide to go looking later."

You shake your head. "I appreciate the advice, but I'm set on this one," you say firmly.

"Suit yourself," the worker shrugs. "Not like the poor thing isn't used to coming back here."

"I'm going to take great care of it. I've got my apartment set up and everything."

"Alrighty then. You can go ahead and head up front to pay. I'll have your slime brought up by the time you finish." The identification card is handed back to you.

As promised, there was a small, travel sized tank waiting for you after you'd paid and gone through the mandatory speech on slime care. You already knew most of it after years of research, but it did remind you of a few things you seemed to have forgotten.

You carried your new creature out to your car and buckled the tank safely in the front seat.

"Alright little slime, it's me and you now. I'm going to make sure you have a good new life. I'm not going to give up on you like the others." You pat the top of the tank and feel a vibration and a soft noise from the other side of the glass, almost as if the creature was purring.

Back home you carried the case over to the tank you had prepared for it and sat it inside. Only then did you open the travel container so that the slime had a chance to safely explore and get used to its new surroundings. You secured the tank lid and went off to put away the pamphlets that the adoption fair had given you.

When you returned the slime had moved into the big tank. It pressed itself against the glass as though it could sense you.

"Hey there, it looks like you're getting used to your new place. I hope that it’s big enough for you. It'll be a while before I can afford something bigger, but even then I'm not sure it would fit."

The slime vibrated again.

You smile and open the tank to remove the travel container. The slime oozed off of the glass and to the bottom of its tank. You stick your hand back down, fingers brushing affectionately against it. Another purr came from it. This time, the first time you've actually touched it, had it suckling at your fingers. Calmness washed over you again. Your fingertips began to tingle.

"Hey now, what are you doing?" You pull away with a laugh.

The slime follows you up, but releases you once your hand is nearly out of its tank. It sinks back down into a puddle and crawls to a corner as if sulking.

With another laugh you reach both hands down toward it. "Alright, if you're going to be mad about it, I guess I can let you out for a bit. We'll both have a chance to properly meet each other."

It surged upward into your hands. It oozed over the edges of your hands, but retained its overall shape. You carried it over to the couch.

The creature puddled into your lap. Bare seconds had passed before it was sending tendrils out to explore you. It wrapped itself up your arms. Retreated and slid along your neck. It caressed your lips and coated your stomach.

No residue was left in its wake. You had expected needing a full shower after taking it out of its tank, but perhaps not. Calmness had stolen through you, stronger now that the two of you were touching. The soft, lapping movements over your skin lulled you. Before you knew it you were stretching out across the couch, mind hazy with calm. Time passed and your eyes dropped closed. Your slime exploring you had faded into the back of your consciousness.

When it slipped beneath your clothes you barely noticed. Not even when it explored lower, seeking out the warmth between your thighs. By then your body was pliant and wanting. A wanting that stole over you on paws so soft that you couldn't remember not that want. Something secret, just for you. The slime drizzled like honey into your center. So slow and fluid you didn’t register the feeling. No, you existed in a state of such hazy serenity that it was only when the slime began to purr that you clicked back to reality.

The purr sent a jolt through you. A vibration that had your hands clenching into fists on pure instinct. Now you could properly feel the ebb and glide of it within you. Your hazed mind began to clear with your racing heart. Heat bloomed in your cheeks. Seemingly of their own accord, your hips began to rock. The slime began to spread. It filled you in ways it hadn’t before. A moan escapes your mouth. You arch your back, trying desperately to grind on thin air.

The slime moves inside you as if thrusting. Hitting you deep and slow. Even through your first orgasm it doesn't stop. It sent another wave of haze inducing calm washing over you. Keeping you right on the edge. Making sure you felt every millimeter of it. A tendril of slime draws out of you. It spreads to cover your center. The feeling of it sucking at you pulls another orgasm from your pliant body.

It wrings orgasm after orgasm out of you. The state of bliss and arousal is never disrupted for long. It ebbs and flows from orgasm to orgasm until, finally, the slime pulls away. It climbs up your sweat slicked skin to nestle against your chest, purring contentedly.

"Little slime," you whisper, "you and I are going to get along very well."

HAVE YOUR AGE LISTED OR CATCH A BLOCK

#monster fucker #terato #monster breeding #slime breeding

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cosmicstarlatte · 10 months

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tied up monster bf that whines and uselessly thrusts into the air in front of you when you don't let him near your sloppy wet hole out of punishment

said monster bf that breaks through the ropes & pins your tiny weak body down, rutting against you, planning to make sure you get bred with every. last. drop. >>>

#◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic monsterfucker . ⊹#monsterfucker #monster fucker #monster lover #monster smut #monster boyfriend #terato #monster x you #monster x human #monster x reader #monster kink #monster breeding #monster bf #this can be Mammon Levi Beel or Dia ughhh #tw monsterfucking

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thinkaboutmonsterpussy · 8 months

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Tentacles, tentacles, tentacles.

Invading your space, desperate in a wordless way, taking your body for its own needs. Aphrodisiacs causing your panic to turn into pleasure, clothes getting torn off or tentacles wriggling under your clothes. Your legs collapse but they don't need you standing, just with your mouth and legs open.

Your skin burns with overwhelming exhilaration as the wet tentacles trail along your skin. The one in your mouth pumps in and out, fucking your throat. They piston in and out of your holes, rendering you into nothing more than a cock(?) sleeve. Your mind is empty, even if your body is not. If anyone else came in, they'd either be forced to share your pleasure or the tentacles would just pull you out of sight, halting their assault to hide better. Maybe even grab them too.

Torture, either way.

#monster nsft #tentacle nsft #tentacle kink #tentacle monster #monster breeding #monster kink

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ftm-udders · 1 month

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(this one is too good i gotta keep it in my asks. also whoops my response got really long)

anonymous said:

You'd look so good getting tentacles fucked, multiple tentacles in each hole. The tentacles that are deep in your boycunt keep pushing deeper and deeper, until you feel them push past your cervix. They curl past it, pumping what feels like gallons of aphrodisiac slick deep in you. The tentacles on your chest squeeze your tits, sliding and moving like they're milking you. You feel a bump pushing at your cunt, you let out a muffled scream that turns into a moan. The eggs pushing into you feel almost impossibly big, each one feels bigger than your fist. The tentacles in your mouth moves your head down so you can see the eggs moving deep in you, watch the bumps through your skin as they push through your cervix. The tentacles on your chest get rougher as you watch yourself get pumped full with more and more eggs. You're so blissed out from the feeling of being so full, you almost miss the milk that starts streaming out of your tits. The tentacles notice, though, and start moving faster and faster until you cum. They don't stop, just keep milking you, filling you up more and more with aphrodisiac slick and eggs.

my boycunt is obscenely wet as all of my holes are violated by tentacles. slick gushing out between thrusts, dripping down my thighs and ass, lubricating it as well as my sloppy pussy. everything feels impossibly stretched, my body pushed further than i ever could have imagined, and yet i still feel the tentacles in my boycunt pushing deeper inside me with each thrust even as my walls clench around them. finally they hit my cervix, and i breathe a sigh of relief that they can't go any further, maybe i'll even be able to adjust to my situation, rather than each of my senses being alight with pleasure and new sensations.

my thoughts are interrupted as i feel something pushing against my cervix, and i scream in pleasure as the sensitive barrier is thrusted against again and again by the tentacles, until i feel it give way under their assault. quickly they shove themselves through the opening, reaching my womb, and all at once i can feel them pouring an obscene amount of their aphrodisiac inside of me. my belly was already bulging with the sheer mass of tentacles inside me, but now its swollen with their aphrodisiac, sloshing with every thrust that bounces my body. my tits bounce alongside it, though at least they're somewhat stopped by the tentacles that have now wrapped around them to grope and massage them. its a strange feeling, but the experience of getting every hole pounded makes it hard to think of anything but the pure pleasure i'm experiencing.

that is, until a hard bump presses against my cunt from the outside, pushing at it. i start to groan from the pressure, but then one of the tentacles nudges my g spot just right and i scream as slick squirts from my cunt and my greedy hole swallows up the bump. its huge. i have no idea how something like that could even fit inside me. but the way its stretching my walls out and rubbing against my insides feels so good, so right. i'm so caught up with the egg inside me that i almost miss the second egg pushing into me, finding its way inside slightly easier than the last one, but that doesn't stop me from screaming as it forces its way into my once-tight hole. not long after, yet another egg is forcing its way inside me, right as the first one is deposited in my womb, the intense pressure on my cervix followed by a heavy weight settling in me as it finds its place.

the tentacles angle me so i'd almost be in a sitting position if i wasn't suspended in the air, tilting my head down so i can perfectly see my stomach, the bumps of the tentacles thrusting inside me, and the even larger bumps of the eggs continuing to move up through my body. i can even see the exact spot where they meet my cervix before settling in my womb.

its almost hypnotic, watching the steady stream of eggs being pumped into me. my mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure, too far gone to make any sort of noise. except when a huge bump, larger than all the previous eggs, presses against my hole. but even then all i can do is let out a low guttural moan as the tentacles ram themselves into me, loosening me up until it can finally get enough purchase to slip inside, stretching me wide open. its ascent into my womb is slower than its siblings, but it feels oh so good. i'm only drawn out of my stupor of watching my slowly growing belly bump when a stray droplet of milk lands on the bump of the egg. i lean my head back slightly, i don't even know when i leaned over to better observe the eggs, and see my tits, with countless tentacles squeezing and massaging them, as well as two tentacles clamped onto my nipples. they look like they've grown, somehow, though i don't care to understand why. i let out a contented sigh as i finally register the feeling of the tentacles sucking my nipples, and this seems to spur them on as they start thrusting even faster than before.

my entire body shakes with the force of my orgasm, right as the extra large egg manages to penetrate my womb. my entire body feels on fire, but the tentacles only return to their previous pace of fucking me. i lean over to admire my belly again, just in time to see another egg forcing its way through my hole. my mouth hangs open in a silent, perpetual moan of bliss as i move my hands to stroke the bumps of the eggs through my womb, not giving a single thought as to my future as the tentacles breeder, but very happy with my eggs and milk

#tentacles nsft #ovi #ovipos #eggpreg #ovi kink #monster breeding #monsterfucking nsft #lactating kink #lactation nsft #ftm nsft #ftm sub #nb nsft #nb sub #send dirty asks #send dirty dms #send dirty messages

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needypuppyboi · 10 months

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I need need need a monster boyfriend to pin me down and fuck me senseless, cumming inside me too many times to count so by the time we're done I have a slight bulge in my belly and a ton of cum dripping out of my used hole <3

#monster boyfriend #monster smut #monster fucker #monster breeding

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monstrousdesirestudy · 25 days

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Monsterfuckers, do you have a breeding kink? 💦

This Poll Again?

I want to ensure the most thorough results as possible so I’m doing the poll again with more specific options!

Sharing is Caring

If we could reach the same number of respondents (1,981) as last time or MORE that would be important! Second time is the charm folks, please repost, repost, repost!!

Why?

For those wondering what this is going towards, I am going to write about the connection between kink and monster fucking in my study about all things erotic monsters! With how prevalent the breeding kink is I thought why the hell not start there lmao

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squishysoftmonsters · 7 months

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Triggers : Sexual Content/Expansion/Ovipositor[Mature +18 Minors /Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine you..a regular innocent human being in love with a demon whom you've summoned,but you can't close the portal,so more of them pour into your world. A lust and thirst to have you has grown to a fever pitch,and they can no longer hold their carnal instincts back. The rest of the world could'nt see them,only you.

However,you did grow a soft spot for them all after awhile. Every morning,you noticed small changes on your body. Things that should'nt be. Eventually you had turned into exactly what you'd summoned,as the demons had taken turns with you whenever you rested,feeding you their seed every night!

You'd become a willing breeding slave for the demons you had summoned,taking you to their kingdom,with many other chained Succubi and Imps,their bellies swollen with eggs from their masters!

Whenever your master was hard,you'd come running,being used to the size of his rock that made you whimper,and dizzy whenever he filled you with seed,however the stretch alone felt heavenly. You'd obediently take in more,regardless of how hard it was to run to your master being full of his precious eggs that gently clattered whenever you moved.

Master wanted to turn you human,back to human size and send you home after you gave birth. But you loved your master genuinely,aside the slave part. You begged him not to send you home,as being a breeder for him was the world. Being a small human was worthless to you,but being a large succubi for a huge master was everything to you💚

#monster fucker #devil love #smut imagine #demon smut #squishylovers #egg preg #eggnancy #monster breeding #submisive and breedable #slave and master #devil #succubi #size difference #ovipositor #belly expansion

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loverboytaggie · 11 months

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Finding a boy with a pretty tentacle cock, letting him pin you against the wall in a frenzy. His eyes are dialated, his breathing haphazard. The boy licks his lips, realizing you're the perfect breeding vessle for him. He bites down onto your neck, marking you as his, claiming you in his feral heat

He rips off your boxers, quickly pressing himself inside. You're already so wet for him, even if he didnt self-lubricate it wouldve gone in with no issue. He fucks you in frenzy, bruising your cervix and making inhuman noises. His teeth tear into your shoulder as he cums, filling you up so much that some spills out, even with the small bump of your full womb

#terato #monsterfucking nsft #intox kink #monster breeding #trans nfst

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mareftm · 2 months

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I've always had a breeding kink but lordy is it enhanced by it being completely out of my control. The idea of being taken from my life and bred knowing I'll be bred again and again and again no matter what I want or think.

Broodmare, puppymill, baby factory, whatever form it takes the idea of being locked into a life of having my fertile womb bathed in cum just to grow heavy with young, my breasts aching and leaking, my belly rounding and heavy only to birth and be mounted and bred again because that's my purpose and all about me that matters now.

Just perfect, take my will away and reduce me to a womb and breasts.

#cnc k!nk #breeding k1nk #preg k!nk #monster breeding #personal jabber

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biscuitdragonwithastick · 7 months

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Minotaur Ranch

cw: cnc, dubious consent, monster fucking, bestiality(?)

Based on the Eggpregtober Fic 3

I keep imagining what it'd be like to work on a Minotaur Ranch.

The beasts mostly keep to themselves, grazing the fields and laying around in the shade. They can act real cute with you sometimes. Nuzzling into your palm when you scratch their head just right. Mooing impatiently to be let out after being cooped up at night. It's easy to forget they're running on primal instinct until one shoved you against a wall and rips through your pants.

That's when you remember the rules of the ranch: Don't pet the Minotaur, Don't feed the Minotaur, and Don't ever present your ass to a Minotaur.

You hadn't thought these rules were that important.

How could you have known that petting and rubbing their bodies with soothing touches would be seen as an act of submission. It never would have occurred to you that feeding them a bit of your lunch every once in a while would be seen as a sign of courtship.

And when you turned around to pick up some equipment off the floor, how could you foreseen that the bull behind you would take it as a sign you were in heat.

Muscular hands hold you off the ground. As your legs dangle below you, you feel the wet muzzle of your Minotaur lick into your neck. It's meant to be a soothing gestures as he lines his bovine cock against your opening, but all you feel is terror at the rough fucking about to take place.

You've seen the ways the Minotaur's fight each other in the fields. It's part of their DNA to show dominance to the weak. You've heard of monster "bitching" before, and you know it's supposed to be an act of ferocious claiming meant to humiliate a subservient other.

You close your eyes, waiting for the pain of being split on Minotaur cock, but instead yelp as they pull you up further off the ground and lick you. Their tongue is long, wet and thick, thicker than a human cock. You can't help but moan as it breaches your hole. That only seems to encourage it, roughly thrusting it's tongue into you as deep as it can go. You writhe in its grip. At the angle its holding you, you can look down and see its tongue pushing your skin taut.

Once it's satisfied you've been opened enough it moves you down, back over its cock and thrusts inside. It doesn't hurt. It's so gentle with you, fucking you like it knows you weren't built for the full force of a Minotaur's strength. You clench down as you cum from the treatment. It bellows loud and low at how good you feel.

It fucks you against the wall like that. Slowly rocking forward into your human frame You can't help but imagine if you had been any other Minotaur. Would it have fucked you harder? Or was Minotaur mating far softer than you gave them credit for? You'll have to answer those questions later. Right now, you just want to focus on your next orgasm.

You know its close when it starts to breathe heavier and thrust a little faster. Wet slapping sounds fill the air as its balls hit your thighs. In one final thrust, it groans and hot cum fills you. You can feel its balls draw up behind you. You didn't realize how long a Minotaur could cum until minutes passed and you were still being filled. Most of it has pooled between your legs and onto the floor, but your bulging tummy is aching from what little can fill it.

But you love it. You loved being bred by your bull. You wished you could be fucked over and over again just like this.

As it pulls out of you and holds you limp in its grasp, it hands you over to another Minotaur. The whole herd had watched you be claimed, now they think your a mare in heat. You can't blame them. As you spread your legs for the next bull, you think about how good it is to work on a Minotaur ranch.

#monster breeding #monsterfucker #terato #monster x reader #minotaur #nonspecified gender #might need to update my banner if I keep up the monster fucking #is it so bad that i want to be held down and fucked by a monster #Biscuit tumblr fic

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whensecretsrise · 9 months

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Keep thinking about coming in contact with a slime. It dissolves your clothes as it explores your body, but its touch is gentle and curious. It slips down and between your thighs, probing softly. You can't help but moan as it slides between your folds. With the realization that your mouth is open it unfurls a tendril from where it had been coiling around your throat and slips between your lips. There is a tingling sensation from the slime that keeps you from gagging as it slides down your throat.

The tendrils between your thighs have continued to explore you. Each one is small and delicate, barely more than the size of a pencil. The tingling sensation spreads through your center, leaving you moaning and rubbing your thighs together. The thin tendrils curl, seemingly spreading you open. Then something thicker, much thicker, presses past the little ones and buries itself in you. Your keen of pain and pleasure come out hopelessly muffled by the tendril in your throat.

The small tentacles holding you open slide out of the way as the thicker one partially retreats before pushing back into you even deeper. This happens again and again until you're shaking and moaning with need.

The base of the tentacle in your throat spreads out, covering your lips like a mask. Something begins to travel up the undulating tentacle within you. It's thick and round. You would have guessed it was a knot if it hadn't continued upwards until it pushed free and settled within you. With a mixture of pleasure and horror, you realize that it’s pushing eggs into you. But by then you could feel another egg sliding up the tentacle while it continues to fuck you.

The eggs get steadily faster. With a desperate cry your orgasm rushes over you. Your clenching insides have momentarily stopped the stream of eggs. The second you relax multiple eggs are shoved into you at the same time. Earning another muffled scream.

You can no longer tell how long you've been held there. No idea how many eggs were inside you. But you could feel the weight of them. You could see the swell of your stomach. The slime, however, didn't seem in a rush to stop.

#monster breeding #ovipositor #terato #slime breeding #nsft

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transalphabf · 1 year

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You’re a plucky, brave little Omega, having been courting me for a while now, even though I tried to keep my distance, thinking it’d keep you safe from my monstrous urges. But you wanted me so badly, and you smell so good. You left your window open on the night of the full moon, and that was all the invitation I needed.

You didn’t know I was an Alpha with such strong genetics that I could fully transform, and climbing into your room with large clawed hands, I did my best to be silent.

You slept innocently enough, wearing my t-shirt, thighs sticky from where you’d just masturbated to me, your Alpha.

You’ll wake up with my huge tongue pressing into your tight little cunt, screaming out, but nobody will come for you. My tongue’s so thick, so long and slick that you feel it press against your cervix as I enjoy the sounds you make, lapping at your inner walls. My cock’s huge now, easily thirteen inches. You have no idea who I am, but as I line my cock up over your stomach, you know that you’ll be pregnant with my pups at the end of this.

It’s only when I nudge against your chin just like I normally would before fucking you, that you realise the terrifying monster that was about to defile you, was in fact the Alpha you’ve desired for so long. And the terror bleeds into pure lust, a wave of slick running down your thighs as my enormous cock goes into you, and into you, and into you. You’ve never felt so full, and as my teeth gently scrape your throat, all you can do is whimper and pant as I breed you. It’s so good, it’s inescapable, and you’re cumming so fast.

I don’t stop. I won’t stop.

Your cervix gave way under my hammering thrusts when you came the first time, so I’m freely fucking your womb, the bulge visible in your stomach as I keep rutting into you.

You cum three more times before you feel the swell of my knot, and your eyes go wide. “N-no, it won’t fit, Alpha!” You insist, but I just ignore you, and lodge my huge cock inside of you, and start humping you with my half-inflated knot, forcing you to cum again with my tongue on your nipples, and the feeling of your orgasm milks mine from me. Every thick pump of cum into your womb has you moaning and whining, unable to think of anything except pleasure. My huge tongue presses into your mouth, and here you are, making out with a beast that’s more wolf than man right now.

Such a good Omega.

#omegaverse nsft #werewolf nsft #terato nsft #monsterfucking nsft #dubcon nsft #non to dub to hell yeah #werewolf breeding #t4t nsft #omega nsft #alpha nsft #werewolf #monster breeding

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hush-writes-preg · 6 months

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Spooky Season Day #22

Summary: [Dominant AFAB reader] A classic werewolf attack (and breeding) with a twist-- sometimes even a werewolf will bite off more than it can chew. Wordcount: 1,760

Themes: Werewolf breeding, werewolf pregnancy, nonhuman pregnancy, outdoor sex, dominant pregnant individual

You started your day searching for wood, but apparently the universe had a weird sense of humor, because it gave you something else entirely.

The forest just outside your tiny village held plenty of firewood, but few dared to venture far into its dark, imposing depths. Hushed stories spoke of faeries and monsters and all sorts of fantastical beasts just waiting to snap up a distracted traveler. Even hunters shied away from it, no matter how lean times got, unwilling to risk their lives to the unknown.

You, however, didn't care much for such campfire stories. You could handle yourself. You might be short and wiry, but the years you'd spent working the farm with your father and brothers had honed the feminine form you'd been born with into one just as rugged and masculine as theirs. You'd proven yourself through many a rough-and-tumble brawl with the other village boys, too. Nobody would guess from a simple glance that your clothing hid secrets.

And you preferred it that way.

You'd gathered half a load of wood when you heard the crunch of a twig snapping somewhere behind you. You didn't react, for you'd been listening to whatever-it-was for some time. Something dogged your heels, something quick and quiet and following you with the ruthless persistence of a predator, but you didn't feel fear. If anything, the prospect of a good fight left your nerves humming with anticipation.

Leaves shifted. The faint chitter of birdsong quieted.

Your fingers tightened around your axe as you subtly shifted your weight, ready for whatever might come.

The first blow came at your right shoulder, but your stalker hadn't expected you to be prepared when it finally pounced.

The two of you tumbled across the forest floor, grappling for dominance in a heated dance that could mean the difference between life and death. Claws tore at your clothes, and wicked teeth snapped inches from your fragile human skin, but you gave as good as you received, blocking the worst of its attacks with the haft of your axe and landing a few blows of your own.

In retrospect, you probably shouldn't have won that fight. The creature stood over a head taller than you, its body heavily corded with muscle, but you moved with an agility that it couldn't hope to match. So when the blade of your axe somehow found the vulnerable curve of its throat, it had no choice but to freeze.

Straddling the beast's hips, you stared down at the creature beneath you, your panting breaths meeting its faint growls in a harsh melody. The burning heat of its curse-twisted form leeched into your thighs. You could feel it flex its powerful body, testing your weight and the sharpness of your weapon. It was large and furry, and reeked of a unique combination of fresh sweat and musk that made something jolt in your gut.

A werewolf.

You've subdued a freaking werewolf.

You should have been terrified, yet you couldn't draw your eyes away from the fearsome creature.

The werewolf stared back, its dark gaze fathomless above a long, furred snout. Its black nose twitched with an obvious inhale.

Then its eyes narrowed.

"What, didn't think you could be bettered, pup?" you sneered, leaning more of your weight against your blade. "Just because you're a little fuzzy doesn't mean I'm gonna take one look at you and run off like a spooked fawn."

A curious shudder vibrated through the creature's body even as it snarled, its dagger-like teeth bared in obvious threat.

No, not it. He.

For the furry sheath pressed intimately against your groin began to twitch and swell as you watched, revealing a hint of something red at the tip.

Your breath caught in your throat. The feral masculinity of the creature at your mercy sparked a strange heat in your belly, a kind you couldn't recall ever feeling before. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of your attacker's arousal, and you didn't think that was normal. "Like that, did you?" You impulsively rocked your hips, rubbing yourself teasingly against him. "It's always the big, bad boys who secretly wanna be pinned down."

The werewolf's lips curled back, venom in its gaze, but the shaft nudging against your crotch jerked.

Fuck, the friction felt good.

You shouldn't want it, but the thought of taking that thick, alien cock inside of you left sent a surge of liquid heat through your core.

Your trousers were already torn from the earlier scuffle, and it wouldn't take much effort at all to shift the homespun fabric a little to the side and–

"Fertile." A single word somehow forced its way from a jaw not intended for speech, low and gravely and barely intelligible. The werewolf's long tongue lapped at its lips before it inhaled again, a whine rising from its throat.

Fertile.

You glanced down at the flat plane of your belly, towards the womb hidden just out of sight. Could the werewolf smell the arousal heating your blood? Or did it scent something else?

"Smell something you like, pup?" You rubbed yourself against him again, not bothering to hide the smirk on your face as you took advantage of his helplessness. "What makes you think you can just ambush someone in the woods and take what you want without asking? Maybe you need a taste of your own medicine."

The werewolf growled again, a line of drool glistening on its muzzle. Those dark eyes remained narrowed in anger, but something feral burned there, too, something that threatened to engulf you. A fur-covered Adam's apple bobbed in its throat while the engorged shaft between its legs rose to full, glorious mast.

Gods above and below. It wanted this as much as you did!

"Tell you what. You lay there nice and still like a good boy, and I'll take what I want. And maybe you'll get your rocks off along the way. Deal?"

That long tongue slipped out again, as much a nervous tic as it was a sign of anticipation, just before your subdued monster gave the very faintest of nods.

One hand continued holding the head of the axe to its throat while the other groped blindly between your legs, shifting just enough fabric aside to clear the way to your dripping hole. You weren't about to risk removing your trousers for this. Besides, the thought of mounting it mostly clothed only made your lust burn hotter. You unwaveringly held the werewolf's gaze as you guided the bright red head to your entrance, your breath hitching at the first nudge. "Stay," you ordered.

And just like that, you sank down.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck oh fuck.

You've had a few lovers in your time, but none of them filled you as thoroughly as this bad-tempered beast. The work-toned muscles of your powerful thighs flexed like steel rope every time you lifted yourself almost free, only to impale yourself again with a pleasured grunt.

But the werewolf wasn't a lover– no, it was nothing but a toy in this moment, and a hell of one at that.

The thick, inhuman shaft stretching you out nearly made your eyes roll back in your head. Already the juices of your need ran slick between your thighs and dampened the creature's fur. For its part, the werewolf remained mostly still, though its clawed fingers flexed and dug deep furrows in the earth beneath it every time you ground down on its cock. Gasping, cursing, groaning, you rode your deadly plaything into the damp fall leaves, never taking your eyes off him.

"Damn, you feel good," you muttered, tossing the hair out of your eyes. "Got a nice cock for a monster. Bet you didn't expect this to happen when you jumped me, did you?"

The werewolf's hips jolted up in spite of the threat at its neck, driving it roughly into your eager body. "Smelled you," it rasped, the sound edged in a whine. "Needed it."

It smelled you?

What was that supposed to mean?

You shoved your axe even harder against the creature's neck, slicing away fur and pressing metal to bare skin. "Shut up," you huffed, clenching your hole around it. "Don't wanna hear you while I'm getting off, you mangy mutt."

And surprisingly, it obeyed. Fur lay thick and coarse beneath your fingers as you exploited your attacker's lust for your own benefit, roughly pounding your greedy hole with its rock-hard shaft. It felt like you couldn't get enough, like you might just expire if you couldn't reach your peak. Something about the feel of the werewolf, the scent of it, the danger of its teeth and claws-- it all wound your desire tighter and tighter, like an overcoiled spring.

It was too much. You couldn't hold back your sounds of pleasure any longer.

"Fuck, I need more," you hissed, your grip on the axe faltering and your bound chest heaving as you bared your human teeth at the werewolf. "Make me come, you flea-bitten cur!"

Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was fate. Or maybe you'd truly made the werewolf your bitch. But instead of taking advantage of your faltering attention, the creature began snapping its pelvis forward with punishing force. A strange bulge at the base of its cock, one that you'd only just noticed, demanded entrance. You weren't sure you could take it, but your hole seemed eager enough to try and swallow it up.

Your voice rose to the sky, filled with a fierce, wordless hunger that ached to be sated.

An unearthly howl answered from the beast between your legs.

And suddenly, the knot forced its way inside of you, and your entire world shattered.

You eventually made it home that day with your firewood, a sore groin, and a belly full of werewolf seed.

Its knot kept you tied up a bit longer than expected, but in time, you managed to pull free, unleashing a torrent of warm, sticky fluid down the inside of your trousers. The two of you scrambled apart afterward in an uneasy, unspoken truce, sharing a heated look that spoke volumes before the werewolf bounded back into the forest.

Months passed, yet you never forgot that day, nor the feel of that deadly predator moving between your thighs. Especially once you finally realized what the beast had meant when growling about you being 'fertile'.

The next time you entered the forest, your tunic stretched over a belly swollen with werewolf pups. And the 'wood' you craved wouldn't come from any tree.

(A Spooky Season story.)

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