#vixtor creed

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Does Victor Creed appreciate your fascination with monster cocks or is he annoyed his isn’t enough?

Haha! A return to this little series of bad dragon inspired sex toy escapades.

Warning: this one gets a bit breedy.

Victor Creed doesn't give a shit. He tells you this, he tells himself this, hell he'll tell the whole damn world he doesn't give a shit that you're into some monsterfucking bullshit. He knows he is 'laying pipe' as you so eloquently told him. He knows that when you two fuck it's a goddamn fucking experience.

But he doesn't fucking understand. And he refuses to admit that when he catches you reading something with some fucking werewolf on the cover that he acts more beasty in bed. That he will growl more and be a bit less afraid to use his teeth and strength to make you break apart into a billion beautiful pieces that he can put back together.

So after a week of you being completely absorbed in that dumb book, he breaks. He looks up fucking werewolf dildos. Victor shouldn't have been surprised by the amount of them he found but he was. He needed to know what he was competing with even if it was fucking fake.

But he finds something a little better. He finds a wearable. Victor doesn't even think. He selects the bigger size, but they've only got in this glittery baby blue colour. He hits buy now before he can think too hard about it. It arrives quickly, the box is discreet. You don't even think twice before handing it to him and going back to your book.

When he catches you squirming a little, smells your sweet as pie arousal fucking wafting through the air, he knows it's time. He gets the thing on, the weight of it making his cock bob harder, heavier against his thigh as he comes up behind you on the couch. Victor purrs in your ear.

"What's got you all worked up, kitten?"

His eyes scan over the page. The word breed makes his eyes cross a little. Instinct takes over. He grabs your hips and tosses you into the position he wants, your ass up, face buried in the couch cushion. Breed. He doesn't prep you, there is lube from putting on the wearable still slicking up the silicone, making the fat knot shiny. He fucks you deep and hard, but always stops before the knot can push inside your pretty hole.

"That what you want? Want me to bred your cunt? Want me to mate you?"

Your little nod nearly sends him over the edge.

"Then take my fuckin' knot, kitten."

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