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arireynes · 10 months

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Thinking about being an adventurer in a fantasy world. Mapping out all the places I've been, keeping track of all the creatures I've met. But some wonder why I've returned to several spots so many times.

It could be the Werewolf den hidden in the forest. I stumbled upon it by accident the first time, needing protection while being chased. Now they'll gladly help me, getting rid of whoever I need them to, so long as I spend a night with them. They'd tie my up, and everyone would get a turn using me, fucking me till I can't think, can't do anything more than beg for more. After, they'd spoil me, showering me in gifts and food.

Maybe it's the home of the Vampire. He lives alone for the most part, but is always delighted when I come visit. He treats me to a great meal, then invites me to join him in his room after we eat. He promises me gifts if he can bite me, and I let him, gladly. He spreads his legs for me after, gasping as I fuck him, letting him lick the blood off my neck when he's good.

Or maybe it's huge graveyard haunted by the Ghosts that have unfinished business. When I visit, asking for information, they'll tell me anything I wish. But after, they'll take me in a mausoleum, or bend me over a gravestones and solidify enough to fuck me till I'm screaming. Some suspect that the screams are from tortured souls, but I know better.

Maybe it's the island that belongs to the Seamonster who lives deep in the ocean. I hitch a ride on a pirate ship to get there, speaking to the monster, agreeing to trade my body for treasure. They let me choose what I want, and swear I'll have it once they've had their fill. They wrap me up in their thick tentacles, and fuck me in the air, with my face buried in the sand, or half in the water. Once they're satisfied, I bid them farewell and leave with my treasure.

Or it's the collection of Demons I come across in the fiery underworld. They all tower over me, thick horns, and spiked tails, and they always keep their word. I'll ask for something, and they'll say of course, if they can have me for the night. My favorite, she'll take me to bed, and kiss me all over, her lips intoxicating. When I'm needy and begging, she'll push my legs apart and let me grip her horns as she fucks me, making so everyone near can her my cries of pleasure.

Maybe it's one of the Angels that have been sent down to watch over someone. They're so pure and sweet, but there's always one I can coax to follow me to bed. Promising that it's okay, that they're only indulging in simple pleasures. That they don't have to fuck me if they don't want to, they can just watch me. But they never hold on long, and grab hold of me, finishing the job themselves, and they always fuck me so nicely. They tell me it can't happen again, and I agree, but leave knowing it will.

Maybe it's the den of the Dragon, where I go for gold when I need it, and sometimes when I don't. They can take a human form, but keep their sharp teeth, claws, and horns. Rough hands dragging down my body, pinning me against the wall, as they make me beg for the money. They'll fuck me where I can see what I want, press their claws to my throat, tell me that if I make it good for them, they'll give me anything I want.

Every creature would know of me, and I would have made a deal with most. Everywhere I'd go, there would always be someone for me to do.

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totally-a-different-person · 2 years

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Paultryk, Pats a fisherman who meets an extremely HORNY seamonster and decides “IMMA LET MYSELF GET SCREWED BY THIS THING” and you can kinda get the gist

This is honestly a really cool idea, it took me a bit to come up with a design for Paul but it was fun. I ended up going with the same sort of thing they did in Luca but less smooth and pretty, like he's an actual sea monster not just some green child, also he's got two of those little angler fish lights and they change colors because I say so (nsft past this point)

Patrick waited until the boat was fully stable before stepping off into the sand and pulling it further onto the beach. He heard from all the other people in the town not to come to any of the islands near here because there are monsters that dwell. All Pat heard was that he'd have the whole area to himself because everyone else was dumb enough to believe the stories. There was a small cluster of four islands, separated by water shallow enough for Pat to walk through at most points. The biggest of which had a small cave with a pool inside that connected to the ocean. That's where he planned to go. He grabbed the bag full of tackle and fishing polls. He was wearing a yellow turtleneck sweater and jeans because it was pretty chilly out that day. He wasn't planning to be there long so it didn't bother him much, he just wanted to check it out.

He walked to where the cave was supposed to be. The island was sorta pretty, nothing special but it hand sand and grass, lots of trees in certain parts, and a cave. He took a deep breath to try to get rid of the nerves that started building when he saw the cave. It was darker than he had expected, but he wasn't going to let a little fear of the dark stop him, he's not a child. He walked in cautiously, it took a bit of a dip and it wasn't too steep and he had boots so he wasn't very worried. The opening was right there, and in the area there were plenty of cracks and holes in the cave walls and ceiling since at this point the top was almost level with the ground outside. It lit up the room quit a bit, so it wasn't nearly as intimating. Pat smiled a little upon seeing how clear and pretty the water was, you really could see pretty far down before it faded. This was nice, and it could be just his spot since everyone else thought there were monsters. He chuckled a little at the thought setting his bag down and crouching to get his tackle box out. That's when he heard something in the water, his smile fading a little as he stood up and turned around, feeling his paranoia starting to climb.

After another few seconds of silence as he looked around the room he shook his head a little and laughed at himself for being so worried. Monster, so dumb. He still felt kind of uneasy, convincing himself he wasn't. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail, intending to crouch back down and rig up a hook, but he didn't get a chance. Before he could retaliate or brace himself, of even process what happened at all really, he was pushed quickly and harshly against the wall by something cold and wet. He shrieked and instinctively tried to push it off of him but stopped when he felt it's razor sharp claws against one of his wrists. That's when he understood really how dangerous the ting currently smelling him was. It was almost humanoid and that's the part that made him feel the most weird about it. He had never seen, heard about or read about anything like this ever, except in those insane stories about sea monsters. Pat felt it inhaling deeply and pressing it's face into the crook of his neck causing him to shiver at the sensation, it was strange. "You're so warm..." it... it spoke? He really had no fucking clue what he was dealing with right now, but what he did know was that one of it's hands was traveling up his shirt and up his stomach. It had smooth sticky skin like a frog or salamander.

The polish man realized what it was going to do to him when he felt something hard and big, worryingly so, pressing against his ass. He was a little relieved he wasn't going to be killed or eaten- or not in the way he expected at least, but he honestly didn't know how he felt about getting banged by a glorified fish. He tensed up when it stopped sniffing his neck and started kissing it, using its sharp teeth on a few times. It... had just been a long time since anyone had touched him other than himself and it felt nice, even just the body heat of the monster against him. He ended up sort of melting into it, justifying it by saying he didn't really have a choice because fighting back could get him killed and it was just what he had to do. Meanwhile in the real world, not he one in Pat's brain, his face was all red and his breath was really shaky. Paul was trying to get the taller man's sweater and shirt off without putting him in a situation where he could get away. He wanted to press himself against the sun kissed male's bare skin. He was clearly struggling to do it with one arm while trying to keep Pat in place, then Patrick moved and his immediate reaction was gonna be to bite him but he didn't try to move away, he just helped Paul take off his clothes, sweater then shirt.

The monster was surprised, the two bobbles on the end of his antennas slowly glowing a light pink when he pressed Pat back up against the wall, now fully pressing his chest against his back. It was quiet for a few moments before it spoke up "Don't leave." Patrick swallowed and nodded slowly. It let go of his wrist and started putting kisses and hickies down the back of his shoulder, struggling to undo his belt before huffing in frustration and just pulling them down off him belt and all. He harshly turned him around and pressed his back against the wall, wanting to see it. One of his hand was on Pat's shoulder and the other went down to his member, it seemed like he wanted to touch and see every part of it. He certainly wasn't oblivious to the effect this seemed to have on the thin man, he leaned his head back a bit and was taking deep shaky breaths, and the expression he was making was very appealing, he looked cute and flustered. Pau started repeating the things that seemed to effect him the most, now stroking his length while rubbing the tip with his thumb. It was leaking now, but Pat let out a little high pitched moan when Paul smeared it over the head, making him shiver.

Paul had a natural lubricant that acurse when aroused, it came from the head of his cock a lot like human precum just more. He took his hand off Pat's shoulder but he wasn't worried about it, he was currently struggling to keep himself on his feet so it was unlikely he'd be able to fight. He used the hand to spread the lube over his dick, effectively preparing himself. He spread Pat's legs with his knee and stopped teasing his dick, using his hand to hold up on of his legs. Patrick seemed slightly alarmed when he fully processed what Paul was about to do, but didn't really retaliate. It pushed inside of him rather easily, and the taller man groaned quietly. It was huge, and felt strange, the stretch hurt more than a little but the monster was already moving. It made a noise that was something akin to a growl, squeezing his leg and arm, starting to go a little faster. Pat was starting to enjoy the feeling as well, it pressed so deep inside of him. The stretch was still very much there, but if he was being totally honest he was starting to enjoy that as well.

Pat was huffing and gasping, even fully crying out when it pressed into the right spots. Paul buried his face in the crook of the taller man's neck, biting down onto his shoulder and groaning, going harder as he listened to Pat's noises. He liked them a lot, he sounded and felt so much different than he did before, tense and scared but now he was just soft and totally open, he was holding onto Paul like he needed him to live. He oved the raw submission so much, the human was his to play with and use however he pleased. He started fucking him harder, huffing and grunting when Pat made an especially loud noise, his voice cracking a bit, as he came hard on Paul's hand. Before the monster had time to react he nearly doubled over at the way Pat squeezed around him. He growled and shoved him harder into the wall, digging his nails into his side making shallow scratches as he came inside him, a pretty surprising about actually, Patrick was a little overwhelmed with all of t inside of him, some spilling out when Paul pulled out making Pat shudder, sliding down slightly when Paul let him go. He could barely think, just leaning against the wall taking deep breaths.

The monster pressed up against his chest and held on to him, it mumbled something about "warm" and started... purring? It was the only think Patrick could think that it could be doing, so he just held it for now. He was trying to repeat and remember everything he could about it so he could write it down, but he wasn't worried because this definitely wouldn't be the last time he came to this special little cave.

#sinsworld #sw pat #sw paul #paultryk #monsterfucker hehehehehehe

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arireynes · 5 months

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Pirate x tentacle monster?

As the captain of my ship, I'd have to be able protect my crew. Which is why I would stand in front of a terrifying creature half out of the water, twice the size of my whole ship, its thick tentacles making us sway and rock with the force of it as it smacks against the water.

I would approach it with a proposition. We give it something it wants, and it leaves us alone.

But it wants...me?

As captain of my ship, I'd have to be able to make sacrifices. If this is what it needs, then so be it. So long as it will keep my crew safe.

I'd agree, and it would waste no time. Grabbing hold of me with one of it's thick tentacles, lifting me into the air. My sword would fall from my grip as it uses it's other limbs to wrap around my arms and legs, holding me up. I'd struggle on reflex, and it would tighten around me, holding me firmly in place.

I'd feel another pulling at my top, before ripping it from my body, the sting of the fabric making me gasp. It would do the same with the rest of my clothes, leaving me bare, the sea air hitting my skin, and I'd gaze down at the creature.

I'd watch as more tentacles slid up out of the water, and my legs would be pushed farther apart as one nudges between my thighs. Another would move to my chest, the wet limbs dragging over me, knowing just how to touch me to make me feel good.

They would make sure everyone on deck can see it, can see how much I like being used, that I'll take them deeper and deeper, eagerly.

They'd fuck me till I'm trembling, barely able to think, and lay me back on the deck, sinking beneath the waves to leave us be. My crew would clearly have been turned on by the display, but would take me to bed, to let me rest.

After, though...I'd be approached more than once, and they'd ask if they could spend the night in my bed. And I would be more than willing.

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