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aoiveae-monsters · 5 months
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HALLOWEEN WITH THE MONSTERS!
Including Mothman, Dullahan, Yautja and Khonshu
Edid: Finally a real note. Just a Post of my beloved silly skrunkles. Also for Khonshu's part I used witch reader from the headcanons I wrote for him before because I just felt like it.
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Mothman
- He has seen humans celebrate halloween before but didn't quite understand it, always wonderd why humans tried to mimic other monsters.
-Once you properly explain it to him, and talk about free food- he's hooked. His antenna stand straight and he goes to put on a white blanket to go as a ghost Trick or Treating.
-He could already go without a costume but he looks so cute and happy in his little white robe, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.
-You go around everywhere and he does the most adorable chirb when he says "Trick or Treat", almost everyone gives him extra candy because it's that cute. The sweet old Lady next door gave him a full bucket of candy and his antenna did a cute little wiggle.
-He munches himself into a sugar rush with all the candy he eats. Also he hand feeds you candy. Still in his costume too. By end of it all you got a chonky moth in a ghost costume, happily purring as you rub his belly.
Dullahan
-Come on, Halloween is one of his fav times of the year. He get's to walk around freely, get candy and scare people shitless! He even made you a matching outfit to his.
-You'll both be riding on his steed, scaring unasuming mortals. Sapphire Flames erupting as he let's out a wicked laugh, terrifying anyone he sees.
-Sometimes he'll put his head somewhere for a person to pick up and then igniting his eye sockets, giving the poor someone a heart attack.
-Other than that he'll gallop the streets with you, drawing the attention of other halloween goers, drinking up all the praise he get's for his "costume". Will do tricks like taking his head off in front of everyone. Let's the children even play with with, creating dancing figures with his flames.
-In the rare event he meets another Dullahan, he'll talk for ages with them and do some duo pranks. The horses will just chill with you, judging their riders.
-Like a real Gentleman he comes back with his head filled to the brim with the candy, all for you. He won't answer any questions about how he got it...
Yautja
-It was suprisingly easy to get your mate to celebrate halloween. He's mostly excited to adorn you in the bones of the beasts he hunted.
-He's purring the entire time you put on your costume, the skull of a xenomorph being your mask.
-He himself puts on something, some giant jagged bones. Sharpening his claws and showing off his face. You two will have all the eyes on you.
-If you wanted candy however, you could have simply asked him to get you some, your mate loves to spoil you, but if Trick or Treating is what you want than you shall have it. He can never say no to you.
-With him by your side, you get aalllll candy. After getting the sweets going to horror maze is a MUST. He doesn't get scared but he puffs up with pride whenever you get spooked and cling to him.
-Lowkey he scares the workers there. Some other people there think he works there and fan over him.
-By the end of it all you turned him into a halloween fan, he cannot wait for next year, but before the night ends there is one last thing you two need to do...going on a hunt!
Khonshu
-The God of the Moon wasn't too interested in your mortal holiday. Yet somehow, you managed to convince him to go with you, manifesting him in a corporeal form. So that's why you asked him to teach you the magic to invoke entities...
-But you did go through all the hard work to summom him into the material plane, he can't bring himself to say no to his favorite human. And it has been centuries since he last walked the earth with mortals.
-Okay fine, you did it, you got your oh so great and benevolent god to acompany you during this wicked night. Steve and Marc are beyond impressed with your skill to make Khonshu do anything you want.
-Surprisingly enough though, you didn't have to say anything about Khonshu needing a new look, all his idea. After all, the god has decided that since he'll walk among mortals after so many years, he might as well dress for the occasion.
-Pale bandages and golden crescent moons get replaced with black robes that shine like the stars and are adorned with blood red moons. He looks a little like a Vampire.
-Old Birb Man mantifests some fangs after you said that, threatening to take a sip out of you.
-He even dresses you up himself, whatever costume you had before will be changed to make you look worthy to be a god's consort. All will look upon you with awe. Only the best for his beloved star.
-You walk the streets together, the witch and their terrifying patron drawing the eyes and adoration of everyone.
-Daddy Khonshu decides to go even extra and cause a Blood Moon, with a jack'o-latern face filling the celestial body.
-He puffs up when people compliment him, ah yes, how he missed the worship of mortals. Hand feed him the candy you got and he'll coo about how a perfect human you are, his best accolyte. That's how you find out about Khonshu's massive sweet tooth
-However manifesting Khonshu for so long takes it's toll on you, invoking a deity upon the material plane is quite a lot of work. Khonshu already plans to reward you plenty for not only for letting him walk among the earth again but also feel the joy of halloween.
-The night ends with you getting usherd to bed, face lovingly carresed before Khonshu dematerializes.
-While all gaze upon a grinning blood moon.
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momolady · 2 years
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Magnus the Siren
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Imagine if you lived next to one of the loudest people in the village. They're music and voice carry out almost like an enchantment. Now imagine this loud fellow had a certain affection for you. I also challenge you to guess who this character is based on.
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
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The disruption usually happens at dawn. Which, in itself, is aggravating enough to be woken up too. But it’s the music that wakes you up which is the most aggravating. You lay there in bed, staring up at your ceiling while a lute is strummed at such a high volume that the air is filled with nothing else but its raucous sound.
If that weren’t enough, the one playing the lute also had to sing. His voice carried through the morning air, causing the dew to shine and reflect light so brightly into windows, it was even harder to ignore.
It was by this point you would get up, throw on a robe, and step outside. Just beyond your guard there was a hill, and one that hill was a large, strange house that seemed to lean to one side. It was from there that music flowed.
“Shut up, Magnus!” You yelled this every morning. Sometimes you yelled other things, but this was usually the most uttered.
The singing stopped and the strumming of the lute became much softer. “Good morning, neighbor!” The music carried on and his song changed to start singing good morning to you.
You growled under your breath, turning back inside. You tried all you could without having to go into his presence.
For years no one lived in that strange house, then one day, out of the blue, that music started one morning. Every day at dawn Magnus rose and played his lute, singing his ridiculous songs until all the hillside was awake. Why some people liked him you could understand, but you never got onto that boat.
“So many of the girls in town love him,” you heard through whispers one day.
“He comes in, charms them, and leaves them lovesick puppies. Like nothing we have here is good enough for him,” another whisper scoffed.
You turned to listen to the conversation, curious as anyone would be. You hadn’t met Magnus yet, but you certainly had heard enough about him. Though this bit of gossip was all new to you.
“He got to my girl!” One whisper exclaimed. “She’s not looked at me twice since. All she does is sing and dance around.”
“What a cad. Going after someone’s broad like that,” the other whisper snarled.
You frowned at this, gently setting down what you were looking at and walked away. “Serves him right to lose her to that singing loon,” you thought to yourself. “Talk shit like that, you shouldn’t be surprised when it falls into your lap.” As a butcher, you knew what ‘broad’ really meant.
A few days later, you would meet Magnus for yourself; during the summer festival and parade. The main part of town was packed and overflowing with people. You were scooting along the street, trying to get to your shop at the end of town. But it was growing more and more difficult to traverse the farther you went. People became thicker packed the more you went, so you decided to go the long way around, hopping off main street, and going down a small alley.
There was a small cluster of people leaning against one of the walls. As you approached, one thrust out their hand to you.
“Got any spare change, ducky?” The young man asked with a forceful tone, but the others sniggered as they came off the wall.
Pickpockets and other thieves were always busy during the festivals. It surprised you little to come across some going down an alley.
“Afraid I’ve already given my charity for the day.” You continued to walk, but your path was cut off.
You sighed heavily and glanced back towards the man who still had his hand out. “I have no money. You are more likely to get something from a stone than you are me.”
You were becoming encroached upon, and the helpless feeling of being unable to move crept in. You felt lucky, after all, you had taken home your best knife the night before to properly sharpen. You just hated the thought of dulling it before you got to work.
“I’m sure you’ve got more than nothing,” the thief laughed. “Everyone has something today.”
You were ready to pull out your knife when a laugh filled the narrow alleyway. “My goodness, such a crowd. Such a crowd!”
A tall figure towered over the pickpockets at the back. “Beg your pardon. Beg your pardon,” the new person laughed. “Ah yes, thank you,” he chortled as the crowd parted for him.
He was huge, broad like a barn and probably just as tall. From behind, his feathered arms shone with deep green and gold, and at the top of his head was a red comb.
“Neighbor!” He announced loudly. “So good to see you here.” He came up towards you, placing his hands upon your shoulders. “We’ve not been properly introduced!”
“Excuse me,” the thief snarled.
Magnus turned, looking back at him. “Yes, hello there!”
You glared up at him, hand still readied on your knife under your skirt. “They’re thieves” you whispered between clenched teeth.
“Leaves? What leaves! It’s summer!” Magnus laughed merrily. He then winked at you. “No need to go stabbing at leaves after all, not when they are in midair.”
You were taken by surprise! How could he know?
The thief grabbed Magnus’ shoulder. “We were talking to the lady first.”
“Ah, I see,” Magnus turned slightly. “Forgive my manners. Sometimes I can’t help but forget them. I have had this song sung stuck in my head, you see, and nothing else seems to get through to me when that happens.” He turned around, shoving the thief’s hand off his shoulder.
“Tell me, have you heard this tune?” Magnus began whistling, and while the tune is familiar, you weren’t sure you’ve heard it before.
“That’s it-” The thief went to swing, but his feet began to float up. He flipped upside down, as did all the other pickpockets in the alley.
You noticed too that you were starting to lift up and be carried like a dandelion seed into the air.
“Don’t worry, neighbor! I have you!” Magnus grabbed your hand, pulling you away like a child with a balloon.
Above you could see the pickpockets floating above the buildings, they were screaming, but couldn’t be heard over the caucus of the parade.
“What did you do?” You shouted at Magnus, your legs now far above your head. You tried to fight with your skirt, but it was a losing battle.
“They’ll come down safely! Not to worry,” Magnus guffawed. “Did you see their faces? That was wonderful!”
“You’re crazy!”
“And you’re unharmed.” He took you towards your butcher shop, despite the looks you received along the way.
Once you were at your store you floated down to the ground.
“There now, right as rain.” Magnus smiled. His beak was shining gold, and his gray eyes still shone brighter.
You smoothed down your clothes and looked at him, unsure if you should be annoyed or grateful. “Thank you, I suppose. Even if your method was maddening.”
Magnus tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t like it?”
“I would have been fine, but I am grateful I didn’t have to resort to my method.” You then pouted. “Yours was the safer option.” You searched your deep pockets trying to find your keys.
“I’d say a bloodbath on such a magnificent day would be a mood killer.” Magnus hummed and your front door opened.
You stared back up at him, stiffening your back and narrowing your gaze. “I’ll let that slide for your help today. But before you go, do you mind if I ask you a question?”
Magnus laid both feathered hands upon his barreled out chest. “I love questions, especially about myself.”
You took a step closer to him. “You play that lute every morning and sing as loud as hell; what the hell for?”
Magnus smiled brightly. “So that my sun will rise.”
The sun rose with or without provocation. But if that was his reasoning, you at least had something. “That’s all?”
Magnus nodded. “As far as I know.”
You sighed, unsatisfied with the answer, but pleased to have one. “I owe you a thanks. If there is anything I can do for you, I owe you a favor.”
“Wonderful!” He cheered. “I will certainly keep that in mind.”
You smiled faintly then went into your shop to begin the day and he went on down the street, happily singing to himself.
Summer came and went, and the first signs of fall began with a slight shift in color outside. Crisp mornings were becoming a welcomed pleasure. And your shop was getting more and more orders for marrow bones so that people could make stocks for the oncoming cold.
One afternoon, as you were finishing packing up such bones to send with your delivery boy, Magnus walked in.
“Good afternoon, neighbor!” He announced himself quite loudly.
You were wrapping up a bone with twine and wax paper. “Magnus, long time no see. Good to know there is still a body attached to that voice of yours.”
Magnus chuckled smugly. “As my neighbor, you must get the music while it is still fresh and warm, like a loaf of bread. Others in town must hear it when it is stale.”
You grunted in reply, attaching a tag to the wrapped marrow bone. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“I’ve come to collect that favor you owe me.”
You had almost forgotten about it. It had been months ago, and nothing had been spoken between the two of you since; aside from the usual neighborly things.
“That’s right,” you murmured. “I’m a bit busy right now is it possible to-”
“Oh heavens not now. I only just thought of it! I came here while it was still on my mind, because sooner or later I would forget and keep putting it off and-”
“Magnus,” you chimed to get him back on track. “Just tell me.”
“Oh right!” His chest fluffed out and he swooped his wing over his waist. “I would like you to make me dinner.”
“But I’m not a cook,” you said plainly. “I’m a butcher.”
Magnus’ smile became sweeter, and those bright gray eyes took on a puppy-like appearance. “But you can still make a meal, right?”
You wiped your hands on your apron. “I suppose.”
He raised two long fingers. “Then you can make a meal for two? Yes?”
“Possibly.” You eyed him, letting a smile grow. “Might I ask why this is the favor you’re coming for?”
Magnus waved his finger. “I think that’s a conversation for dinner. Don’t you? Just so we’ll have something to break the ice. I know you're off on Sundays, will that be okay for our supper?”
You sighed, but your smile grew. “As good as any.”
“Wonderful!” He cheered. “I will arrive with bells on.”
Knowing him, you thought, he probably would. You started to turn back to your work, but Magnus approached the counter again.
He started speaking very intensely. “By the way, I know this may hinder you, maybe even offend you considering your business, but I don’t eat meat.”
You looked him up and down. “You don’t eat meat?”
“I do not eat it,” he said sincerely.
You clicked your tongue. “Well, alright. I’ll figure something out I suppose.”
Magnus beamed again as he stood upright. “Wonderful! Thank you so much for the consideration. I look forward to what you can do.”
You were no cook, at least nothing special. You knew how to make meat and potatoes taste good to you. This would be a whole new chore.
You managed to get a couple of recipes from some of the grannies who visited your shop a lot. One gave you her special vegetable broth recipe. Another provided you with her garlic rolls recipe. Then another gave you an eggplant and how to cook it. All of them adored Magnus and were eager to try and impress him vicariously through you.
“What on earth does this guy do to these ladies?” You grumbled as you kneaded the dough for the rolls. The garlic was exceptionally strong, almost spicy in the air. “I know his music has some sort of power, maybe that’s his game.”
Just as you had placed the eggplant into the oven, there was a knock upon your door.
“Geez,” you huffed, wiping your hands on your apron. “Who could this be?” You walked across the kitchen to the door, finding Mgnus standing there tuning his lute.
“It's way too early!” You exclaimed out of shock.
“I know, I came to bask in your warm company.” Magnus let himself in, sitting at the kitchen table which was still covered in flour from when you rolled the dough for the garlic rolls.
“I haven’t even cleaned up yet, you’ll get flour on you!” You tried to shoo him away but he started playing his lute.
“What is your most favorite song in the world?” Magnus asked, oblivious to your efforts to wipe up the table.
“What’s yours?” You asked, finally able to sweep away the flour without hitting him.
He plucked the strings on his lute and thought deeply. “Sweet rose, sweet dew drop.”
“Sounds saccharine.” You sighed. “But if you must play, play.”
Magnus was smiling, tuning the lute again. “Do you not like my playing, neighbor? You seem annoyed.”
“I hear your music every morning. I hear it loud and clear as if you are inside my head.”
“But do you like it?”
You cut your eyes at him. “If I didn’t hear it exploding in my bedroom each morning, maybe I would.”
“You wake each morning to my songs,” he hummed softly. He strummed and hummed, going soft and quiet unlike what you were used to.
“I do.” You go back towards the oven. “You told me once why you do it, but I still find it a bit odd.”
“My sun,” he sang softly. “I want her to rise. I want to open her shining eyes. She lights up my day and it is night when she’s gone. I’m singing to her in hopes of my dawn.”
“That’s lovely,” you murmured. “But still odd. The sun rises and falls no matter what we do.”
Magnus smirked towards you. “You think so?”
Something about his gaze made your stomach flop upside down. “Isn’t that how it works? After all, it’s more powerful than us.”
“She is,” Magnus spoke softly again. He then perked up, his comb rising high on his head. He then looked at you excitedly. “What have you made for dinner?”
“Oh, well, I had some help from some of the grannies you come to my shop,” you replied. “I have a vegetable stew, garlic rolls, and some sort of eggplant thing.”
“Eggplant thing?”
You made an awkward smile. “I followed the recipe, but I’m still not sure what it’ll turn into.”
Magnus laughed. “You really aren’t a cook.”
“Not at all.”
Despite all your hostility and annoyance with him because of his morning singing, you found yourself drawn to him. He didn’t have to sing or play his music, but there was definitely an allure he had. This may have been the same charm that all the other women in town were attracted to. Even as you fed him, he didn’t complain. The eggplant was awful, but he still ate it regardless.
As he left to go home, he turned in the doorway to look at you. “When I sing in the morning, will you listen to me?”
You were a bit surprised. “I mean, I always have to.”
Magnus shook his head. “No. I mean listen.”
You weren’t sure what he meant, but you nodded as bid him goodnight.
Come morning, you were woken by the sound of his lute being strummed. Still loud as ever, but somehow it sounded so much softer than all other mornings. His voice, too, sounded lighter and airier.
From that morning onward, his music sounded sweet and calming. You woke up gently rather than annoyed. And to your surprise, one morning, you walked outside and yelled.
“Good morning, Magnus!”
“Good morning, neighbor!” he crowed back with a sound of triumph.
A few days later, just as you were closing up shop, Magnus came through the door. “I was wondering if I could walk you home?” He asked.
You pushed a loose lock of hair from your face. “What for?”
Magnus smiled. “Do I need a reason?”
You sighed and went along. You were silent at the start of the walk, but as he started to hum a question rose in your mind.
“Has your music changed? Because it is nowhere near as annoying as it used to be,” you said.
“I’ve not changed it in the slightest. I did ask you to listen though.” He placed a wing around you back, settling his hand on your arm.
You watched his dark fingers on your sleeve then glanced back into his gray eyes. “Then tell me what you are doing.”
“Doing?” He asked.
“All the women, and some men, in this village have some level of attraction or fascination to you. Is that what you are trying to do with me?” You said pointedly.
“Oh gosh,” he said in thought. “I’m not trying to woo anyone. I’m just nice to everyone. I treat them like I want to be treated. You’re the only one I’ve been trying to woo.”
Your stomach flopped again. “You’re teasing me!”
“I told you, I always sing to raise my sun.” There was no irony to his tone, no sense of teasing. He was being honest.
“Me?” You exclaimed. “I’m the sun?”
Magnus tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t get that?”
“No!” You blurted.
He sighed and dipped his head down. “Oh gosh, I’m no good at these kinds of things. I thought I was being clear.” He pouted a bit. “You’re just my type. It’s part of why I got that weird house on the hill. So I could be close, maybe see you in the morning-” He started to get embarrassed. “But all I can do is sing.”
You cocked up a brow in shock. “Type?”
Magnus went silent, going from slightly shy to very shy. “Well yeah.”
“And what would that be?”
He looked away, his smile faint, and his expression demure. He shifted a bit, taking a step back from you. “You’re a little mean and bossy,” he muttered.
“Should I be offended?” You grumbled.
He shook his head. “I mean that in a good way. I know I don’t look it, being as tall as I am, but I like to feel like I am small and-” Magnus shut his beak and turned away.
“So-” You tried to piece this together as best you could. “You like me because I make you feel this way?”
He nodded.
“Well, this wasn’t what I was expecting,” you huffed.
“I don’t mean to make this sound weird. I really do like you for much more than my own oddities.” He fidgeted with his fingers. “You’re strong and witty, your not afraid of anything. But you’re also tender and sweet, and you have such a nice...shape.” It sounded like he had more to say, but he decided to end it with that one word.
You pressed your lips together and looked at the ground. “You have a nice shape yourself.”
Magnus chuckled, then you chuckled.
“Maybe we can show off each other’s shape one day,” Magnus said shyly. “If you’d like such a thing.”
“Not tonight, maybe Sunday?” You suggested.
His eyes widened and he turned to you with a look of shock. “You really-you would-you are-” He couldn’t get out what he wanted to say.
“Maybe this time you could make dinner?”
“Okay!” He exclaimed happily. “Come over whenever you’d like!”
You still weren’t exactly sure on what to take in. You just knew you held an excitement in your chest that didn’t go away until Sunday morning. You heard him singing on his hill, and that excitement burst, turning into urgency and nerves.
You waited as long as you could before heading up the hill. It was still a bit early for dinner, but had shown up early to your home as well. Once he opened the door you knew you came at the right time.
“Good! You did come!” Magnus pulled you inside.
“I was bored anyways,” you said nervously.
Magnus gripped your hand. “Let me give you a tour.” He took you through the odd house, which was larger inside than you expected.
Most of the rooms were filled with musical instruments, sheet music, and long scrolls tucked into vases and buckets. Up in the tower was his room, which he took you to with a proud look on his face. He showed you the balcony where he played his music each morning. From that perch you could see your house below.
“You really are singing to me.”
Magnus nodded. “I like seeing you walk out your door every morning. I often wonder what you’re doing or how you wake up.”
You look him over then stare back into the room. “Your bed is much bigger than mine, but I could show you.”
Magnus swallowed. “Really?”
You took hold of his hand and led him over to the bed. You made him lay down upon his back and placed his hands upon his chest. “I lay like this when I go to sleep. Although; come morning I’m on my side.” You then crawled on top of him, straddling your thighs around his waist.
Magnus gulped and his feathers on his chest fluffed up. “Do...do you usually wake up feeling heavy?”
You shook your head. “No. I just did this to get you here.” You leaned down, kissing his beak and down to his cheek. Magnus ruffled and moaned, arching his back as you drug your hands down his chest.
“I see. I like that,” he laughed.
You opened up his shirt, stroking down the sleek feathers that went from black-green to golden ginger. “You’re quite colorful. It’s lovely.”
Magnus nodded, holding his breath as your hands explored his body. You rolled your hips, rubbing yourself against the front of his trousers.
“I hope you don’t think I’m being too forceful,” you murmured.
He shook his head. “Just the right amount of forceful.” He opened his eyes back up to look at you. “I was hoping this would happen. Although I’m a bit embarrassed by that thought.”
You kissed his beak again then placed your hand around his throat. “What else were you hopeful for.”
He shivered at your touch, moaning loudly then sucking in his breath. “Just uhm-” He wiggled beneath you, rubbing himself against you. “Just that you would uhm-”
You moved your hand away.
“Play with me!” He yelped and you placed your hand back. “Play with me-” he moaned again. “Like I’m your own personal toy.”
You smirked. “How fun. Anything else?”
His eyes moved towards a small chest sitting by his bed. You picked it up, setting it on his chest as you looked through. Inside there were a few strange objects, one was small and bulbous, maybe of a black shining stone. There were two phallic-shaped crystals, one was a clear quartz and had small ball shapes through the shaft. The second was bigger, made of rose quartz, and flared at the base and was wattahced to a leather belt.
“Should I use these before I use you?” You teased.
Magnus fidgeted again. “I’d love to watch but-”
Inside the chest was also a flask filled with olive oil. “You’re excited today. I get it.” You lifted yourself off  him, sitting by his side as you undid his belt and tugged down his pants.
Since he was a type of siren, his anatomy below was a little different. There was a growth that rose from his loins, along with a small opening. You trailed your fingers around the opening, which felt warm and wet within.
Magnus gasped and his back rose from the bed. You slipped a finger inside, feeling him tighten around you while his voice became much higher and more aroused.
“You’ll be very fun to play with, Magnus.” You panted as you moved your finger inside. You added another finger, which made him whimper and throw his head back.
“There now.” You pulled out your fingers then rose from the bed to undress. Magnus watched you with awe, his eyes gazing down your body. Your arms and back were strong from your work as a butcher, so you never felt quite pretty until his eyes landed upon you. In his gaze you felt like a beauty.
“I knew you’d be stunning,” he panted.
You put on the leather belt and Magnus’ eyes became dewy. You poured olive oil into your palm, rubbing the shaft like it was your own.
As Magnus watched you climbed back onto the bed and threw his legs over your shoulders. He whimpered as the rose quartz touched against him.
“I’ll go easy, but I have a feeling you’re used to this.” You watched in awe as the rose quartz disappeared inside him. He cried out and you bit your lip.
Magnus started singing a new song. His voice peaked and rang out as you drove the rose quartz inside him. Your own wetness grew as you watched him. His body writhed in such a sweet, docile way. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore.
You took off the belt and left the rose quartz inside him. You mounted him again, taking his shaft inside you.
“Yes!” Magnus cried out. “You’re all around me.” His hands gripped around your thick waist. “All you!”
You rutted on top of him, feeling him warm and hard inside. You pressed your hands to his belly, taking leverage as you began moving.
“Oh my sun!” Magnus cried. “My shining, glorious star! Take me! All of me!”
You moaned and reached out, placing your hand around his throat. “You’re mine. You’re all mine.”
Magnus grinned with glee, bucking his hips upward inside you. You cried out, throwing your head back and letting your hair spill around your shoulders. You reached back, thrusting the rose quartz inside him. He bucked harder, whimpering pitifully, even starting to cry.
Something inside you was rising. It was coming fast and hot inside your belly, shooting through your chest. You and Magnus were singing together, duetting as this rising sun inside you began to spill out.
You shivered, thighs tightening around Magnus. The rose quartz slipped from inside him, and he whimpered as tears rolled from his gray eyes. You leaned forward, falling onto his barreled chest and laying there as his shaft popped out from inside you.
You both laid in silence. You breathed in sync until it felt like you were fading from this world. Magnus’ wings wrapped around you and he started singing softly.
“My sun, I want her to rise. I want to open her shining eyes. She lights up my day and it is night when she’s gone. I’m singing to her in hopes of my dawn.”
You smiled and nuzzled to his chest. “I love your song,” you murmured.
“Finally,” he chuckled.
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queenquinzel715 · 1 year
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Part 1
1.2 Halforc Cai
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(Y/n) P.O.V
The journey to Silentdew was filled with rain, and bad winds that caused us to stop and camp. I hated how I couldn't help Cai get the small camp set up. However when Cai would gently change my bandages I didn't mind the pain so much. During our resting Cai would hunt something for the both of us, and he would usually bring a couple rabbits. He didn't sleep inside the carriage. I did tell him I didn't mind, but he insisted. Didn't matter though I still couldn't sleep without picturing my father.
When we got close enough to see the castle of Silentdew I started getting nervous. Will they even believe us? What if the King sends me back, and they actually kill Cai this time? What if this whole welcome creatures thing is a ploy to trap them for the games?
As we waited for the King, Cai kept me tucked into his side. Once it was our turn to walk into the throne room I clinged to Cai's shirt. As we got closer I felt a calm sense come over me like I am finally safe.
"What kind of sanctuary do you require?" He asks.
"We are hiding from her father who beat us, Sire. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that." Cai tells him honestly.
"Do you wish to be here?" King Jule looks right at me when he asks this.
"Yes Sire. We didn't do anything wrong." I told him.
King Jule didn't ask us many questions. He simply needed to hold our hand for a moment, to which I learned is a fae power to look inside someone's memory. He sent me to a fae healer to help with my back. Although the fae healer joked saying my mother must be fae, because the healing salve she made was making great progress already. She told me to just keep doing what I was told as long as it's not infected it should be fine.
As I was with the healer Cai stood outside with King Jule, and when he told King Jule his abilities in the fields King Jule had a job for him as head cropper. He gave us room in the orcs quarters close to the healer just in case, and until our cottage was finished. Cai insisted he build it himself to make sure it was built right. He's been the best man to me. He only would kiss my forehead, and sleep on the floor to not hit my back.
Tonight I was waiting for Cai to return as I made the ginormous bed we were given. It was big enough to hold two orcs, which is why I found it ridiculous that he would sleep on the floor. Anyhow I'm finally healed, and I've found no more excuses. I heard his deep sigh as he walked inside, and stop when he sees me trying to move the blanket.
"What are you doing?" He chuckles as he leans against the wall.
"Well since I'm all healed I thought I would make the bed properly for us." I simply tell him while I tuck the pillow under the blanket.
"Us? I sleep on the floor." He gets so confused.
"Cai you told me it was so you didn't hit my back. Well I'm completely healed now, so I don't see why you have to keep sleeping on the floor." I stop making the bed to face him.
"You are completely healed?" He asks, taking a step from the wall.
"That's what the healer told me this…" I'm cut off by Cai lifting me over his shoulder.
I squeal from surprise as he starts to casually walk. The orc women that we walked passed giggled at me. He doesn't stop until we are some ways away from the castle, and sets me on my wobbly feet.
"What is the matter with you?" I hit his arm.
"Turn around." He tells me while laughing.
I huff in frustration as I turn around. I'm met with the most beautiful cottage with a wood porch, and lovely flower bed surrounding the entire house. I'm completely lost for words as Cai guides me inside.
"I only have the kitchen, and this area finished, but the bedroom is just about done." He points to an area behind the kitchen.
"This is absolutely perfect, Cai." I smile wide as I turn to him.
He smiles down at me as his arm goes around my waist, and slightly pulls me toward his chest. His other hand rests against my cheek as he leans down. I stand on my toes to get closer as his lips connect to mine, and my hands hold onto his shoulders. His arm lowers under my ass to lift me up. There is a seating couch on the side of the room that he lays me on that completely surrounding me, but looks like a love seat to him. He kisses me harder as he leans over me. I moan against his lips when his hand opens my legs, so he can rest in between them. I have to pull back for a breath. My dress is ripped down the middle as he kisses along my stomach and up to my chest. I run my hands along his big shoulders. His hand goes with the curve of my body as it arches against his chest.
"Cai, I need you please.'' I moan out.
His hands move to my hips to hold me up as his tip rubs against my opening. My breathing stops as he starts to enter me, but his soft kisses to my face make me take a deep breath. He rubs his hands down my arm and thigh as he sits to give me a moment. Me tightening against him made him start to pull out until he was almost out, he kissed me deeply before snapping back into me.
"Cai!" I moan out against his lips.
"Mine." He growls against mine.
I become a screaming, moaning mess as he starts to pound away. I crossed my legs behind his back to keep him at the spot he was hitting. I grip his hair as he grips my hip with a deep growl. Cai leans back, taking me with him, to grind me against him. Cai moves my face to his face when I go to hide my face in his neck. He rests his forehead against mine as he grunts out. With a slightly tightened grip on my hip, he just stops making us moan out together. We sit like this for a few minutes holding onto each other. Cai kisses me deeply as he slowly lays back with me on top of him. I rest my hands on his chest as he helps me move my hips. His eyes close as we start moving together. I kiss along his chin to his lips. He holds me to his body as he takes over. I just hold onto his shoulder as he gives me long strokes.
"Cai." I stretch out his name in a moan.
His hand runs up my back to my shoulder, holding me tightly. I feel my stomach snap as he surprises me with a deep stroke. As I'm moaning into his chest he gives me a couple more deep strokes before he lets go himself.
Even though the bedroom wasn't finished yet I moved into our cottage, and we stayed in the front room. I couldn't be more proud of our home, and how much my new mate treated me. After our first time together Cai explained orc's mating rituals. Since they can't have a season anymore they just continue the other things like getting food, gifts, showing he could take care of me, and me wanting him to lay with me completely healed told him I accepted. Which I did. Cai and I didn't leave the cottage for a good couple days. I told Cai I wanted my mother here for our mating ceremony. He understood. He even started working after our week was over.
I finally wrote a letter to my mother, with King Jule's acceptance, telling her where we are, and how things have turned out. At the end I gave a little message to my father that I know he'd love. I wasn't used to sitting around so I asked King Jule for work as well. I now clean the crops with a small group of mated women who's mates work in the fields.
I didn't hear back from my family, well my father, until two weeks later saying I'm no daughter of his, and he's sending my ungrateful mother to live with me. Luckily Cai thought ahead, and had a small cottage made for my family. I was heading to the healer as I got word my mother was in the throne room. I quickly walk, meeting Cai at the door with excitement. He opened the door for me, stepping aside so I could step inside. When I saw my mother I immediately went to her arms, and hugged her as tight as she let me. My brother greated Cai as they waited for their greeting.
As we showed them the kingdom my mother kept eyeing me, and kept handing me fruit. It wasn't until Cai and I went to leave for our cottage that she told me to stand next to her.
"(Y/n) stand to the side." She turns me in different directions. "Are you…" She looks to Cai then back to me. "(Y/n) you are pregnant." She gasps.
My head snaps to Cai as he looks to my stomach. I just stood there shocked I didn't realize sooner. Cai walks to me, then kneels in front of me. He gently puts his hands on my stomach, and leans his head in between his hands. I smile down at him.
"Cai, let's go home." I softly tell him.
After saying bye to my family we spend the rest of our night talking about our mating ceremony, because Cai said we need to be mated before our baby comes. I had my family, my growing family, so I told him we needed the King to agree. He went to go tell the King right then until I told him the king was probably sleeping like we should be.
Our ceremony was small but lovely. We had it in the field barn, where we stored everything. They decorated it real nice with flowers my mother helped pick out, my veil was my mother's, and my brothers tormented Cai. I couldn't have been any more happy. We did hear about my father a couple months later. He was killed by his slaves he kept. They surrounded the house, and well they killed him.
Since I started showing, Cai wouldn't let me work, walk, or do anything. I didn't mind at all though, because he was protecting his family. Our adorable daughter, Ameena, was born with the help of my mother, the healer, and Cai letting me push my body against his.
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vicekillx · 1 year
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KINKTOBER 2022: DAY 15 - Wall Sex
Had the hardest time deciding who to do for this one, so I said fuck it and through some color on a sketch from last year I still really like
Uncensored version on Twitter and Deviantart    
Thomas, Lockwood (c) VicekillX  
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I’m hosting a Kinktober event in my Discord server! If you’d like to draw along with us and maybe win bragging rights, click this link!
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dreryn · 2 years
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aight hear me out—
I would love to have a sapphic slumber party with these three beauties
they were responsible for my sexual awakening, hot ass vampire women are my weakness
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foreverforty2 · 2 years
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Chapter 2 of Rakul is UP
[ CONTENT WARNING: NONCON ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37363276/chapters/93232891
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roleplayfinder · 1 year
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hello! i’m mickey or mick, pronouns are he/she/they and i’m 24.
i’m looking for descriptive, literate partners who typically write at least 2+ paragraphs and will really get into the roleplay with me! must be okay with nsfw / mature themes, we can discuss further details if you like. looking for a partner who won’t ghost me and is open to ooc chat and maybe being friends! i only do OCxCanon or OCxOC, and unless you’re comfortable playing only the canon character, I’d prefer to double up. ❣️ we can totally talk about it though, depending on who it is I may be persuaded.
I REALLY wanna do a House of the Dragon roleplay, as I have OC ideas for two different characters.
OC x Aemond: OC is from another ancient house from old Valyria, they are not the largest house but they are wealthy and very fierce warriors- House Vyrlak- whose symbol is a giant bat with its wings outstretched, and the words “We Rule the Night.” In order to unite the houses, OC is betrothed to Aemond. I’m hoping for some angst, s tension, sort of an enemies to lovers but they aren’t enemies- they just don’t particularly like each other.
OC x Daemon: OC is plus size and a handmaiden to the royal family (to who will depend on what time period it starts), perhaps a member of the Hightower family. She’s very kind and gentle in nature, but sometimes to a fault. Her doe-eyed sweetness and (hot bod🤷🏻‍♀️) catch the eye of the prince.
While one of those is what I’d really wanna do, I also am open to:
Stranger Things
The Hobbit / Lord of the Rings
Horror / Slasher Films
Monster x Human
Fantasy or Historical
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tragicquartet · 2 years
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Aquarium AU Lewthur Drabble: Hands Like Mine
((Howdy y’all. 
I’m not dead. 
Life is particularly crazy rn, but I did manage to write a fun little merfolk-based drabble...that I then failed to complete it before Mermay. Oof. So now it’s ready for Pride month, huzzah! 
It’s posted up on my AO3, you can read it...
here.
Anyway, hope y’all have been well, and as always if you want to reach me I’m easiest to get ahold of via discord, DM me and we’ll get in touch over there. 
Other than that, have a happy Pride and I shall see you around. Goose out.))
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undeaddisillusion · 2 years
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Monsterfucker Steve my beloved ♥
Please give us more of your thots on that.
Oh you want me to go into detail?
I'll do that with absolutely glee my friend because I have been so afraid that everyone would hate this. You're getting more details than you want.
I, am an avid monster fucker. Therefore Steve Harrington wants nothing more than to be fucked by a monster.
If you don't want to read this, or you are under 18. I advice you just scroll instead of complaining and making your life - and mine - harder.
When Steve got home after first encountering the demogorgon at the Byers house, his heart was still racing. He was terrified, the moments kept replaying in his mind no matter what he did.
And he did anything he thought to stop it.
He thought masturbating would force it out of his mind. Make him think of Nancy, how she felt and-
There was something about that monster. Something about the fear, the pure despair he felt for a single moment..
It was exciting, thrilling, a thrill Steve wanted again.
He was sick for wanting, he knew that well. Yet the thought of that monster, it made him harder than he'd ever been before. He could feel the shame, yet it only excited him more.
Steve always had been a thrillseeker. He loved an adrenaline rush, continously seeking them out to fill a void.
This was a thrill unlike any other, a monster that could so easily rip him limb from limb. So easily crush him and ruin him.
It turned him on, incredibly so
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amberfoxerotica · 2 years
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Birthing the Brood - In the Tentacle Monster’s Lair
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  A golden light burst into the room, expelling the darkness. Evelyn spun around. All the braziers along the walls burned with dancing flames. How this was possible, she did not know. But what was clear to her was that a dark and ancient magic lurked here. A magic that had remained undisturbed for an untold time. Until she had awakened it.
  She turned back to face the statue. It was illuminated in a brilliant light. It depicted a woman. She stood naked, her long hair flowing past her shoulders. Her breasts and belly swelled with an astonishing largeness. On her face was an expression of immense pleasure with her eyes glazed over and her mouth agape. She seemed absorbed in total ecstasy. Below her swollen belly and gushing from her spread pussy lips were a mass of writhing tentacles. All of this was captured in the exquisitely carved detail of the stonework.
  A delightful shiver ran through Evelyn at the sight of this statue. As she stood gawking at it, she felt her own arousal surge, and her inner thighs moisten.
  Her focus on the statue was broken as the pool's surface started to ripple. She stepped backwards, tripping on the tatters of her dress. From the pool burst a slew of tentacles. They were thick and slimy, and from them oozed the same liquid contained within the pool. Some mythic and horrid creature lurked beneath the surface!
  Evelyn screamed as the tentacles darted towards her, wrapping around her wrists and ankles. Before she knew it, she was restrained and unable to escape. Reflexively, she fought against their slimy grip, struggling to break free. But within her she felt her arousal churn, as it started to burn with an intensity she had never experienced before. She felt the fabric between her legs soak with her dripping desire. She could not deny that this is what she wanted. As terrified as she was of this tentacled creature, she knew she longed for it to slide over her skin, to fondle her breasts and caress every part of her. Evelyn knew that this is what she desired, and with that, she stopped resisting.
  "P- please, be gentle..." she said softly.
----- This is an excerpt. Get the full story here
🌐 www.amberfoxerotica.com
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momolady · 2 years
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There’s some old links floating around. This is the true masterlist link!
💖💖💖
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kulshedra97 · 1 year
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Artoberweek - Envy
Possesion falls under envy right?... or greed..? Hmph. Gonna have to stretch the concepts a bit.
Used mostly my wet brushes for this, plus sum traditional techniques... and I love it, actually. It was so nice painting this (and according to the document information, only two hours? Okay, I think everyone can believe that HAHA.)
I'm aware there's only four days left in October. I'll try to manage better after work :P
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queenquinzel715 · 1 year
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Part 1
Part2 it is 2 just a link I swear lol
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Toran P.O.V
I watch as her face tightens up as she sleeps. King Jule said it was painful for power being released to its normal self, and the reason she needs to be sleeping. I had to make myself put her hand down by her side, and I started moving around the room.
"Toran?" Jule calls from his spot on the couch.
"I'm….how much longer?" I could hear my voice on edge.
"A couple more hours." He sighs. "The bond must be getting stronger. Did you reject her?"
"No. I can't." I rub down my face.
"Good, because you both need each other." He looks at (y/n). "She might be able to calm you down." He says this to himself.
"Shut up." We chuckle.
Over the next couple of hours I watch the sunset. (Y/n)'s whimpering has quieted down some. King Jule left, and came back just a few minutes ago. I hope she wakes up calm, and has the answers she needs.
With I sigh I walk away from the window to stand next to her bed. I watch as she starts to softly smile. It is like she is having the best dream. I chuckle at the situation, making Jule walk to my side. He gently takes hold of her hand, and after a couple moments he smiles down at her.
"She accepted her siren's side. She's getting visuals of her form." He rubs her arm. "She'll be fine."
I finally calmed down enough to steal an apple from her food tray. I move to the couch she had for me, and I just wait.
(Y/n) p.o.v
Harsh movement jerks me around left, right, upside down, turns me around, and finally I'm floating on my back as if I'm in water. Something like a curtain comes across my face. A hand takes hold of mine to steady me. Once I'm finally right side up I open my eyes to meet the most gorgeous creature. Her (h/c) hair floats so elegantly along her face, neck, and shoulder while most just floats up. I realized the curtain that ran over my face was her tail. I am completely amazed.
"(Y/n) I'm so glad to finally be one again." Her angelic voice just hits me.
"Who are you?" I finally get out, and she just giggles.
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"I am you. I am called Amara. I was locked away for important protection." She gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "You have the highest power of our people, and Amphitrite herself gave you the power."
"Why me?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Because you were born in the sea. Your Mother was stretching her tail, if you will, and you came earlier than anyone could predict." She giggles like she told a joke. "Everything will come together once we are united again." She backed up a bit. "Just relax a bit."
She gives one last smile before swimming around me like a tornado, and everything starts stinging my arm and legs. My body starts to contort around as fins come out of my arms, and a tail just like Amara's. I notice my gills forming as everything turns black.
When everything seems to have calmed down I open my eyes. I'm still in bed, like I had a dream. I turn my head, and I'm greeted by a pacing Toran and King Jule smiling at me. I can feel my body welcoming something, but I also felt so much worry. My eyes start to water when I look at Toran. King Jule clears his throat to get Toran's attention, and nods toward me. Toran looks at me, but gasps instead of coming to me.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, looking back and forth to them.
"I'll let you two speak." King Jule leaves.
As he walks out Toran and I just look at each other. Once the door is shut he walks with purpose toward me. I slightly sit up as he simply picks me up onto his lap. From his body heat mine just relaxes against his chest. I love how it feels to be in his arms. I can only hope he actually wants to be my mate.
"Love, I can feel your doubt." He sighs, running his hand along my back. "I suppose I should tell you why I reacted to you the way I did. As you know I'm older than you, and I hope I don't hurt you when I explain this." He rests a hand on the back of my head like he's keeping me in place. "I don't know how to begin this. Before the war started I was married to my life long friend, and we were expecting a child. King Jule was about to tell us what our baby was going to be, boy or girl. When this heavy group of humans came battling through our little town we had. King Jule told every woman and child to run as far as they could, but the humans expected that, capturing them all in cages. Us men fought the best we could." As Toran told his story he was looking off like he was picturing everything happening all over again, and I could feel his hurt. "The humans took us to what this Kingdom was, and locked us all up. I tried so hard to find my wife, but with it being so crowded it was useless. I didn't see her again until they pushed us demons into the fighting ring for their awful Hunting Games. I tried to get to her, but another female killed her. I do not blame her now because it was for survival." He finally moves his head to look down at me as tears soak my face. "Love please don't cry. I swear I only ran because I was scared. What if I can't protect you too." He holds me tighter to his chest.
"I'm so sorry you went through that, and I can't begin to understand how you feel. Even when we're connected." I can't believe he went through that, and I'm crying like it has happened to me.
We sit in this same position until I actually calm down enough to look up at him, and when I do he just smirks at me. I can feel his emotions course through me, and I tap his chest.
"I'm sitting here upset for you, and you are just…" I'm stopped by Toran kissing me.
His lips feel a lot more soft than they look. As I start to kiss him back the bond snaps us together completely, and I can't hold back my whine. He turns me to be facing him better, so I'm straddling his lap. Something runs up my spine making my body shiver, and I just feel like letting go. I push Toran to lay back as I run my hands down his chest and hard stomach. I feel him get hard making me softly grind down against him. I lean my head back, and moan. Toran stops moving his hand, and sits up, looking at me with a look of amazement.
"Someone found their siren voice." He simply says as he softly grabs my chin. "I need to make you sing more." He quickly flips us.
I giggle as he hurries to slide my dress off, and he just smiles at me before giving me a soft kiss. He kissed along my body as he undressed himself. I couldn't stop looking at his body. Once his lips made contact with my hip I arched a little, and looked at him with a gasp. He watches me as he slowly and softly runs his finger to my center. He starts to move his fingers in a circle, my eyes close as my head falls back. His fingers begin to push inside stretching up, and he pumps them fast. I didn't stop my moans as he got faster. The louder I would moan the faster he would pump his fingers. My stomach was tightening, and pulls his fingers out.
"Tor…" I was about to yell at him for stopping, but when I opened my eyes he had his fingers around himself moving my slick around.
He then grabs my legs, pushing them to my chest, and as he rubs against my opening he kisses my ankle. My soft moan is caught in my throat as he slides in completely. He sits there for a moment. He doesn't move until I whine, and I move against him. His hands move to the back of my knees to move my legs open, but keep them in the same position. With my legs open he can now lean down to kiss me deeply as he starts to very slowly move out, and then slowly move back in until his hips are connected to my ass. I hold the back of his neck as he keeps kissing me, but when he starts to ram into me. I can't help the scream I let out.
"That's what I want to hear." He groans. "Keep singing, Love."
He lets go of my legs as he leans back down, and I lock my legs around him. He softly grabs the back of my neck with one of his big hands, with his other hand he locks his fingers with mine, and holds it over our heads. I can't stop any type of moan that leaves my mouth, and from Toran's groans I think it's making him get close. I start to feel something like a wave move over my body and it makes me arch against Toran's chest. I let out a complete soul finishing moan as my orgasim takes over. Toran doesn't let up as he watches me let go, and his hold on the back of my neck tightens. As I start to come down Toran lets out a deep groan as he finishes.
He lets go of my neck letting his hand run down to my thigh, giving it a squeeze. I grip his hand as my body just moves softly under his, my foot runs up his leg, my chest rubs against his, my head falls to the side relaxed. His hand just holds my thigh to his waist just squeezing and gripping. He finally pulls back only to lay next to me.
Over the next few months I had to learn to control my power. Toran kept the title as my guard even though he could've moved on, but he decided to stay by my side. Having him as my guard does help when I need feeding. I learned my siren side is always calling to him, so it didn't surprise us when I became pregnant. While I was pregnant Toran became much more of a shadow, and would carry a basket of fruit for me. Once our son Taret was born we were shocked when he came out with demon and siren marks. As Taret grew he ended up growing more like a siren with demon power. He even got his father's horns. Sadly Taret is our only child, but once he got old enough to start classes. I became a teacher for the orphanage for the other sirens, as well as the witch children, so I became a mother to many children.
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takuish · 1 year
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The Angel's darling
Unfinished works I am throwing out there to have something.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t have wings. You can’t teach me to fly.”
You watched the angel fly through the clouds everybody looked all happy up there. While they were playing around and joking they were stuck with the non-winged humans as they were one of them. The thing was they hated them with a passion I mean they could not get along even if they tried. Watching their best friend fly down no- their angel flies down the angel landed right in front of them with the biggest smile. The angel held out their hand “Human c’mon!” they were a little surprised at that statement. They shook their head and backed up “If you cannot tell Angel I cannot fly, no wings see.” They pointed to their back but the angel only laughed “I know silly let me guide you!” Confused by this they still did not budge only tilting their head “Wha-” Stopping them, the angel continued “What I mean is you get on my back and I will do the work” They giggled but sorta moved towards the angel “Dear Angel I am heavy I will hurt you” They rolled Their eyes and picked her up “Stop lying” With that, the angel flew into the sky with a scared Human thinking the angel was going to drop them.
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teratophallia · 7 months
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These two hate each other <3 Enjoy the monsterxhuman content!
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