My lovelies, I haven’t posted anything in a while and this piece is geting so long I’ll just split it in two parts. The work with the alien boyfriend is also almost ready and another orc boyfriend is on the way , so have patience 🙂 ❤️
Warning: abuse (only at the beginning)
(I may have a thing for orcs and their cottages in the mountains and scenting…)
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“And now get out!” shouted lady
Fiona from her chair.
Evelyn bowed and turned towards the
door. She shut it behind her and first then she touched her burning
cheek where lady Fiona has struck her. Luckily, it was only a slap
this time. Probably because she didn’t have her whip at her side at
this moment, Evelyn thought.
She went downstairs to the kitchen,
where Sybil, the old cook, eyed her reddened face and her lips formed
a thin line. Her eyes seemed to say ‘I told you so’, but Evelyn
only looked down and put on an apron, to help with the preparation
for dinner. His lord Edward Archer expected guest this evening, and
everyone was in a frenzy, cleaning, cooking, polishing silver and
airing out the guest bed chambers. Evelyn didn’t know who was
coming, only that the guests were important to the lord’s business.
While chopping herbs for the stuffing,
she thought about this morning, about what she did that had earned
her a slap. The two children at the kitchen door, begging for some
food. She couldn’t tell their age, but even though they looked no
more than 6, she knew they might’ve been older, but years of lack
of food and hard work slowed their growth. She saw it often in the
village.
Evelyn gave them some rests from the
kitchen, food that would’ve otherwise land in the swine bucket the
next day. She thought nobody saw her, but she was wrong. Word got to
her ladyship and she was called to her chamber to explain why she
wasted food her lord has paid for, or worse, gave it away for free.
No explanation would be good enough. Lady Fiona always waited for a
good reason to raise her hand to the servants. Hand, or whip, or
whatever she found on the table that would leave a good mark,
depending on her mood. Today she didn’t have time to thoroughly
punish Evelyn. She had to prepare herself for the evening, and Evelyn
was spared another bruise or maybe even a scar.
I got this idea from miggrator after an anon asked about a lesbian monster and she suggested a selkie girlfriend 🙂
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You toss your bag on the floor next to the door and sigh in
relief. You really needed a holiday and you couldn’t believe your
eyes when you spotted an ad in the paper saying there was a cottage
at the sea for rent at a amazingly low price.
It didn’t take long to organize the trip and you found yourself
on a train only few days after, excited to have some time off of
work. You always loved the sea, its beauty, the sound of waves
splashing on the sand.
On the first day in the cottage you made a quick check if
everything was alright with the place, went shopping to the tiny
grocery story nearby, and changed the sheets in the bedroom. Then you
put on a light dress and went on a walk along the beach, just as the
sun was setting, its warm light reflecting in the water. You sat on
the sand, letting the sound of water sooth your soul and enjoyed the
view until it got dark.
Next day you took a basket with you, planning on eating your lunch
at the beach, and as you spread a blanket on the sand, you noticed
someone in a distance, behind the rocks. It was a woman, bathing.
Thinking it was probably a local person, you returned your attention
to the food and the book you brought with you. After some time you
looked there again and noticed she was bathing, and throwing glances
at you.
This is another one of my rather old fics which I modified so that it features an orc! Enjoy!
There’s also gonna be a different story with another oc from this one – Magnus is going to be in one of the stories on my writing list!
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It wasn’t how he had imagined his saturday evening would end. Halvar sat on his bed, his back pressed against the wall and he tried to remember exactly how Y/N sounded like in the dream he just woken up from, while putting more pressure on his cock as he jerked off. He was alone at home, and fell asleep while reading earlier, after Y/N and Magnus went to a party.
Since Magnus introduced her as their new roommate five months ago, Halvar couldn’t shake her off his thoughts. She was smart, funny, polite and cute on top of everything. He couldn’t help counting her eye lashes when the three of them sat in the kitchen and chatted, or noticing the tiny heart-shaped tattoo on her hip that he spotted when she reached to a high shelf and her shirt drove up. Oh how he wanted to put his mouth on that little heart and feel her warm skin, taste it.
This was the most remarkable commission. I cried writing it and I just had so much fun bringing these characters to life. A commission for @heavens-light-hells-fire who allowed me to bring some ideas I’ve been dying to do to life.
Looking in the mirror is hard, well, it was always hard before but now it’s even worse. I had first felt the lump in my breast when I was just graduating college. I was stressed from exams and finals and all that bullshit stuff that seems to matter at the time. I wasn’t until my breast started hurting so bad that I went to the doctor. The first exam felt normal and the doctor was very reassuring. It was the phone call that might as well have killed me. I was so young, I thought that it was impossible. Girls graduating and starting their lives didn’t get cancer! I was wrong.
Cancer is merciless, it doesn’t care who it attacks and takes. I just happened to be the next one on its dirty little list. The doctor gave me options but unfortunately, in my haste to pass and graduate I had waited far too long. I could go to chemo, but in that time that could risk it spreading to the other breast. The doctor said a mastectomy would be my best.
“Would you like to bring your parents or your boyfriend to discuss this?” The doctor asks.
(author’s note: this story works so much better in present tense that i’m changing it going forward. maybe i’ll go back and edit part 1. maybe i won’t.)
Lily gets home from work around six PM. You’re already in your pajamas, sitting cross-legged in the living room with a bowl of pasta in your lap and your computer perched on the coffee table. She flounces into the room even before she’s taken her coat off and sits down hard on the other end of your ancient couch, nearly spilling you onto the floor.
“So, Y/N,” she says, stretching out the last syllable of your name into a rising note as if you were back in grade school. “An orc, huh? Tell me tell me!”
You shrug. Lily is doing her “messy bitch who lives for drama” voice, which normally you love, but tonight you’re not feeling it. “He was just an orc, Lily,” you say. “He was totally polite. He just came in and fixed the socket.”
Lily pouts. Clearly, this isn’t the answer she wanted. “Come on, that’s no fun. Did he smell? Did he speak english or just grunt?”
“His english was fine!” you say, affronted on his behalf. “And he smelled… I dunno, like a working guy. Sweat and grease and stuff. Like a plumber.”
Lily watches your face carefully for a moment and then shrugs. “That’s wild, man,” she says. “An orc in our building. Did he have clan tattoos? Did he carry his axe?”
“I don’t think the handyman’s allowed to carry an axe around, idiot,” you say. “And he didn’t have any tattoos that I could see. He looked very clean cut. For an orc.” You wonder why you added that last bit. Kolosh had looked clean-cut by any standard.
“Whatever,” Lily says. “Hey, next time something breaks, I’ll stay home. I wanna see an orc. There’s one who works as a janitor in my building, but she never talks to anyone. Just wears this wide-brimmed hat all the time and looks down if she sees you watching her.”
You know Lily means well, but there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach all the same. You remember the way Kolosh held your paper bear, the delicate way his thick fingers cradled it. You shove the image out of your mind and pulled up a show on Netflix.
Over the next week, every time you leave your building for work you look around for Kolosh. You tell yourself that’s not what you’re doing– but every time the elevator dings and you step out into the lobby, your head swivels around. Every time a hulking silhouette crosses your vision, you squint at it to make sure it’s not him. There are a lot of orcs around, you notice. Way more than you thought. Sweeping floors, selling newspapers, picking up garbage, working at construction sites. The clattering streetcar you ride to and from work is driven by an orc, his gravelly hollar calling out each new stop.
Of course, there are no orcs at your job. Your office is really just a cube farm, but it’s on the 29th floor, and you have to show your badge to the building doorman to get in. There are a couple of elves on your floor, and even a quartet of pixies (their miniaturized workspaces all fit into a single cubicle), but you know that no orc in the city works in an office like this one.
Gradually, he slips from your mind. Work is picking up, and you spend most of your days off getting to know people. Lily introduces you to some of her friends from college. Zollo the dwarf carries around a vape pen and blows the best smoke rings you’ve ever seen, and Lily’s old roommate Maggie breathlessly informs you all that she’s dating a satyr. “My parents are total hippies,” she assures your group over drinks. “They wouldn’t care if I had foals.”
Maybe it’s just the wine, but you think that’s hilarious. You laugh until you think you’re going to throw up.
You don’t, though. Not until you get home. There, leaning on Lily in the lobby, you barf like a champion. Great stringy clots of vomit splatter across the clean tile floor. For once, you’re lucky– nobody’s sitting at the security desk to witness your misfortune. You groan woozily and slouch against the wall, wiping your mouth on the back of your sleeve. Lily tugs urgently at you. “C’mon, Y/N,” she hisses. “Let’s get out of here before someone notices.” Her finger stabs at the elevator call button over and over, as though that would make it come faster. She hustles you upstairs and tucks you into bed, making sure to roll you onto your side.
You wake up hours later. You’re not sure what time it is– the sounds of the city outside are muted, but never truly silent. You’re still in your clothes and still a little drunk; you grope for your phone, to check the time, and realize you don’t have it. You panic briefly. Your phone! Did you leave it at the bar? No… a fragmentary memory bubbles up. You try to focus on it. You were checking your texts in the lobby, right before you blew chunks. You grimace with embarrassment and pad as quietly as you can to the door. Your phone’s probably still down there.
The elevator is quiet and empty and a little cold at this time of night. You huddle up with your arms pulled around yourself. The little L button lights up and the doors swish open, and you step out into the lobby. Everything’s dark and still at this time of night; the front doors are locked, and the night watchman is sitting at his desk. He recognizes you and gives you a little nod. You’re shivering now, wishing you had put on a coat, but you nod back. You’re about to ask him if he’s seen a phone when movement flickers in the corner of your eye.
You turn, and there’s Kolosh. He’s wearing the same outfit as the last time you saw him, the heavy boots, the chambray work shirt. This time he’s accessorized with a mop, which he’s drawing back and forth across…
Your puddle.
Whoops.
As if feeling your eyes on him, he looks up. In that instant, you wonder if he can tell that you’re the one that puked on his floor. You’re the one that made extra work for him. You probably dragged him out of bed. Guilt and shame are vying for your attention, and it’s a photo finish. You slink away to the front desk and ask the security guard under your breath if anyone found a phone. He reaches down and produces it with a wry grin. For a wonder, the screen’s not cracked.
You look back at Kolosh, but he’s focused on his work now. He methodically drags the head of the mop back and forth. With a last shudder, you run for the elevators and the safety of your bed.
The next morning you’re hungover and your mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton balls. As you pull on fresh clothes you consider that this is probably a just punishment for what you did to poor Kolosh. He may be an orc, but he probably doesn’t enjoy cleaning up vomit any more than you would. The thought won’t leave your head all day, and after a couple of hours of miserable and frustrating distraction at your work desk, you decide to do something about it.
You briefly consider hitting an ATM on the way back from work, but the idea of just handing him some money feels so… so… well, it’s what your mom would do. Offering to buy him dinner seems inappropriate. Luckily, you have a third alternative.
You start as soon as you get home, selecting a delicate sheet of washi, light blue with a faint red chrysanthemum pattern. Your fingers move quickly. You’ve done this pattern before, a few times, but never on the first try, and never this smoothly. It takes shape before your eyes, a poem in folded paper: a horse, a leaping stallion, caught in the moment of motion. The lines are simple and abstract, yet the figure in your hands seems ready to sprint away across the bed. There’s a sense of power captured and coiled. You lay it down on your desk and only then do you realize you’re holding your breath. Your exhalation makes the horse tremble and for a moment it looks alive. Then it’s just paper again, and you set your expression. Now for the hard part.
You’ve never been to the basement before, but it’s not locked. There’s laundry machines down here, you remember, for those not lucky enough to have hookups in their apartment. There are other doors, too, lysol-smelling closets and clanking machine rooms. You’re about to give up and climb the stairs back to the lobby when you see him.
There’s a door hanging open, and he’s kneeling on the other side in front of a boiler. You knock gently on the open door and he looks up. His expression changes from annoyance to caution in a second. “Can I help you?” he asks. “You’re… Y/N, right? With the broken socket?”
Your heart skips a beat. He remembers your name! You swallow, and extend your arm, the horse perched on your palm.
“Um. I made you. Something. A present. Um. Because I’m sorry. Um. The mess. In the lobby. I’m sorry. Um. About that.”
His face creases into an expression of confusion as he tries to parse your scrambled sentence. You put the horse down gently in between the two of you and back away. “Sorry,” you say. “Sorry.” Whether you’re apologizing for throwing up for or for the word salad you just dropped all over him, you aren’t sure.
“Wait!” he says. But it’s too late. You retreat for the safety of the stairs. A couple minutes later you’re back in your apartment, but it’s a long time before your heart rate returns to normal.
A new demon I’m sure you guys will fall head over heels for. A commission for @ever-hungry-aria who simply showed me a demon and said “write something” hahaha. That was fun and I had a blast creating a new demon boy. I hope you guys enjoy!
You had your first period when you were fourteen and that was when he showed up. He stood in the corner of the bathroom, tall and dark, but at the time you didn’t consider him at all handsome. His head hit the ceiling and he at to duck to accommodate his massive size. You were told by your mother that demons were attracted to your family’s blood. You just didn’t realize how much.
Gremory followed you around like a puppy after then, especially when your menstrual cycle hit. He was always around you, sniffing and snorting. For a young girl reaching maturity and all the awkward things that went along with it, it was the worst thing you could imagine. It was bad enough dealing with the changes yourself, but having him right at your side as they happened made it so much worse.
It didn’t matter to Gremory though, he stuck to you, whispering how delicious your blood was and how much he wanted it. You didn’t ever let him near your blood of course. It had to be offered. He couldn’t just take it.
Another attack, another robbery. This time it happened to the
miller.
It was already a pattern. During the full moon, everyone in your
village was going into hiding, bolting the doors and keeping some
silver, if their household posessed any, at hand’s reach in case the pack chose their home as their
next target.
They lived in an abandoned house in the forest, which they made
into their den a couple of months ago. The pack consisted of a few members, led by Rolf,
their alpha. You saw him a couple of times. Arrogant, hostile, walked
around the village as if he owned the place. Well… he kinda did. His
pack controlled everything and they took whatever they wanted from
the people, and they didn’t do it in a gentle manner.
But after you saw the millers wife tending to the deep slash
wounds on her husbands chest, from where one of the werewolves had
pushed him away and his claws cut into his flesh, you felt anger
boiling up in you.
You finished reading your new book and sighed, leaning back on the
tree. Another one crossed off your reading list. You smiled,
looking around, admiring how the setting summer sun drowned
everything in golden light. You were sitting in your favorite spot,
in the forest near where you lived. When the weather was nice, you
always came here to read, or just chill and listen to the birds. You
shoved the last marshmallow from the bag into your mouth and started
packing up the blanket, snacks and the book into the basket.
On the way home, you turned around the corner, not paying
attention what was in front of you, and crushed with a huge, solid
body. You fell back and the content of your basket spilled on the
sidewalk, dozens of candy wrappers covering it and shining like gems.
You immediately felt ashamed.
“I am so sorry!” you heard someone saying and you felt strong
hands on your arms that helped you stand up. You looked up and saw it
was an orc, a really big one, with a gym bag that hung from his
shoulder, and you tried not to stare or turn red. He had short black
hair, a stubble and a loose shirt on and there was a scar on one of his thick
eyebrows. There were a couple of tattoos on his forearms and his
chest was really broad. You wondered how you didn’t lose
consciousness after colliding with that mass.
“No, it’s my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
you said with a smile.
“Well, I wasn’t either.” he smiled back at you , showing his
impressive tusks and started helping you with collecting your things
from the ground. Picking up the wrappers took you some time and you
were mortified. He gave you the book, and glanced at the remaining
candy in your basket. He didn’t comment on it but smiled at you.
“Sorry again, have a nice day.” You turned around to continue
walking but when you looked back after a few steps, he was still
there, looking after you with a strange expression. You flushed and
kept walking.
This train takes too long, you feel. Tired after work you want
only one thing – to come home, eat dinner, change into something
comfy, jump between the sheets and let your boyfriend make you forget
everything else. Your monster boyfriend, that lives in the shadows
under your bed.
You have to smile when you remember meeting him. You moved into a
new house and one of the rooms already had a bed in it. An old,
massive antique, carved from walnut. You fell in love with it on the
spot. After the move was finally over and you were done with
decorating the house, it took a couple of weeks for you to notice you
were not alone. At first, it was the little things, like noises
coming from upstairs, or finding a door open after you were sure you
closed it just a few minutes ago. Things were going missing and you
kept finding them different places. At first you thought your memory
was just that bed, that you kept forgetting where you put things, but
the noises were a different story. Steps, the sound of closing doors,
and sometimes breathing. You were never afraid of ghosts, and up
until now, it didn’t seem to be hostile, so you continued to ignore
everything that was happening. You also thought that ghosts didn’t
care about humans and what they did, so you continued to walk around
the house half naked, and sometimes when you wanted to let some steam
off and masturbated in your bed, moaning loudly. But sometimes you
could swear that when you reached your climax, you heard a growl from
under the bed and felt it vibrate a little, but it could’ve been
just the blood roaring in your ears, and your muscles spasming, so
you brushed it off.
Until you saw him.
You were watching TV in the living room and at some point the
screen turned completely black, reflecting the room and yourself
sitting on the couch. And the figure standing behind you. A black,
hulking mass, with long arms and horns. He gave you a scare because
you didn’t expected to see him, but beside your heart skipping a
beat, you didn’t let him know you could see him. It also made you
realize it wasn’t a ghost. But he didn’t try to harm you either.
On the contrary, the first contact he made with you, left you in
quite a wonder over his gentleness. It was on the day you learned
that your grandpa was really sick. You were so worried and sad, you
cried yourself to sleep. A few hours later, when it was still pitch
dark outside, you felt a soft touch on your hair, and tried not to
open your eyes, not not let him know you were awake. His touch was
light as a feather, and his growling whisper that asked you not to be
sad anymore, made you feel safe. Ironically, a shadow monster made
you feel comfortable and warm. You relaxed and fell back asleep, but
your curiosity was awakened.
After thinking about a way to lure him out from wherever he was
hiding, you decided to simply ask him. You made yourself a cup of tea
and sat on the couch, watching a show, not knowing if he was watching
you in that very moment, but it couldn’t hurt to try.
“I know you’re here, big guy. How about you come out and
introduce yourself?” you spoke into the air. You waited a while but
nothing happened, so you shrugged and kept on watching. Maybe he
wasn’t ready.
But that night you felt it again, a soft stroke on your curly
hair. You shifted a little, and it disappeared.
“I don’t want to scare you.” he said with his growling voice
and felt your heart hammering in your chest.
“I am not afraid.” you answered and sat up on your bed,
turning on the bedside lamp, but there was nothing there, only
shadows. So you went back to sleep, deciding that you would wait
until he was convinced that you wouldn’t run off screaming at his
sight.
But when you awoke the next morning, you found a cup of hot coffee
on your bedside table, just how you liked it. It made you smile.
“That is so sweet of you.” you said into the air, but heard no
answer.
The following days brought more niceties from the creature. After
going to bed with bare feet, you found your slippers waiting for you
on the floor beside your bed in the morning. When you felt hot at
night, you heard the window opening, letting in a cool breeze, and
there was always fresh tea or coffee waiting for you in the morning
or after you got back home from work. You enjoyed it, being taken
care off like that, you found it adorable, but you wanted to finally
see him, thank him in person. But he kept away.
One evening though, you got a hint on where he was hiding. You
went into the bathroom to take a shower, but didn’t close the door.
From where you stood, putting shampoo on your hair, you could see the
part of your bedroom where the bed was. And under it, were two red
glowing eyes. You froze, staring at them, as he watched you. Then you
just kept washing your hair, rinsing it off, and soaping and
scrubbing your body, all while looking directly at him. You saw them
glow a bit brighter with every moment, and when you let the water
rinse off the foam off your naked body, while you moved your hands
across it, cupping your breasts, you heard a growl, and then the eyes
disappeared.
A bit disappointed that he didn’t come out after you showed off
like that, you put on a pair of panties and a short shirt, as it was
hot outside, and went to bed.
You weren’t sure what woke you up, but you opened your eyes, and
found yourself staring directly into the red orbs you saw under the
bed before. You gasped, and he jerked away, as if he wanted to run
away.
“No, wait!” you pleaded. “I’m not scared, just
surprised!”
He stopped moving, and looked at you. It was too dark to see any
details, but you found him up close much bigger than in the
reflection. He had broad shoulders and very long arms, hands
decorated with claws. He was massive, had long horns on top of
his head, and heavy locks of hair
“Wow. You’re quite impressive.” you said, and he smiled.
Your eyes grew big at the sight of the rows of sharp fangs he showed
you. “I’m Y/N.” you introduced yourself.
“I know.” he answered with a deep growl. “My name is
Nybras.”
You talked almost all night. You learned that he was very old,
bound to this area and that he was here even long before the house
was build. His favorite spot was under the old bed you slept in, and
when he told you that you were the first human he ever wanted to show
himself to and befriend, your heart melted at the way he sunk his
head and lowered his voice, as if he was flustered by his own
confession.
Luckily it was Friday, because you had to sleep off the hours
spent with Nybras at night. From now on, he showed himself to you
every day, and you couldn’t stop admiring his looks each time he
appeared. It wasn’t long until you realized that Nybras’s
interest in you had also other sides, but that he seemed to be too
shy or scared to tell you. You saw him looking at your body when he
forgot himself, and sometimes when you laughed and casually put a
hand on his shoulder, he gasped and turned his face so that you
couldn’t see it. You tried a few more times, but he shied away every
time, even though you saw his clawed hands trembling a little, as if
he had to force himself not to touch you.
You decided to make it clear that it was ok with you, if he wanted
more than just be friends.
One night, while lying in bed, you bit your lip and slid your hand
under the covers, and into your panties. Your fingers found your
sensitive spot and your breath hitched. You slowly circled it, and
then slid further down, parting your folds and spreading the moisture
over the bud. A soft moan escaped your lips and added some pressure.
“Ohhh…” you moaned into the darkness of your bedroom.
Something stirred under the bed, you heard a rustle, and decided to
really tease him. “Mmmh, Nybras” you whispered.
There was a growl, and when you opened your eyes, you saw him
looming above you, eyes glowing more than ever.
“What are you doing?” he asked, hissing.
“I’m pretending that it’s you who is touching me, since you
hesitate for some reason…” you answered, smirking.
He growled directly in your face, and it send shivers of pleasure
down your spine.
“I’m doing it for your own good. I don’t want to hurt you.”
he raised your hand and it hovered above your neck as you
panted. “You are so fragile, so delicate, beautiful.” he
whined, as if in pain. “You deserve to be worshiped. But not
by me. I’m a monster.” he said.
You grabbed him by his hair and stared into his glowing eyes.
“And I want you just as you are” you said with a serious look
and kissed him. His mouth was wide and flat, appeared not to have
lips, but you kissed him anyway, and when he parted it, showing his
fangs, you kissed them too, licked over them, moaning softly. He
moved his hands, and touched your arms, carefully, scared of hurting
or scratching you with his claws. When you pulled him closer, he gave
in a little and put his arms around you, releasing the breath he was
holding with a hiss.
You explored his body with curiosity. He was warm and had a rough
surface. You felt muscles moving under his skin, and found with
surprise, that what you thought were locks, were actually tendrils,
that curled around your arms and caressed your skin. You moved away a
little, which made him whine, and you pulled your shirt over your
head. He hissed again and you felt something wet drip on your chest
as he stared at you, his mouth was open and watering at the sight of
your body. A long, black tongue darted from between his fangs and he
licked over your chest, between your breasts and over them. The
tongue was wet but rough and he teased your nipples with it’s
surface. You moaned and entwined your fingers in his tendrils.
“I wanted to taste you for so long. Since I saw you showering
that evening. And you always pleasured yourself so loudly, I had no
other choice than to follow your voice and take care of myself” he
groaned into your skin and you smiled.
He hooked his claws into the seam of your panties and started
pulling them down. You arched, lifting your hips off the bed to help
him, and when he threw them aside, he laid his hands on your legs,
parting them.
“Ohhh…” he growled in awe. You got curious if he was even
build in a way that made it possible to have sex with a human, and
you decided to find out yourself. You rose from the bed and kneeled
in front of him, while he stared at your bare body. You then pushed a
little at his chest, which made him fall back.
“Lean back a little, I want to try something.” you said with a
smile, and he obeyed.
You kissed a trail down his chest and felt his breath speed up.
His stomach was all hard muscles, and he had narrow hips, with
something like little spikes at the sides. When your hands went
further down, you found that he was very well equipped to mate with a
human. His cock was thick, bent upwards a little, and covered with
rows of nubs, of which the biggest was on the upper side, right
before the flat head. You marveled at the unusual form and went right
down to give it a lick. He gave out a whine and his body tensed at
the unexpected sensation. You licked over the head and sucked, while
sliding your hand up and down the shaft. He put his trembling hands
on your shoulders, moaning deep in his chest, but keeping still as
not to buck and accidentally choke you. You kept twirling your tongue
around the head and the slit on it, and pumped until he cried,
shivered and you felt a thick, sweet tasting liquid spurting into
your mouth.
He was panting and when you lifted your head, you saw that the
remaining drops on your hands were pitch black. That was another
surprise.
“Sorry…” he muttered. “I couldn’t stop myself.”
You smiled and kissed his fangs. “I’m glad you couldn’t,
because you’re delicious.” you murmured.
He purred as he nuzzled his face into yours. But he knew very well
that you weren’t satisfied yet, so he laid you back on the bed, and
when he nudged your entrance with his cock, he looked at you as if
seeking one last approval. You nodded, and he started to push inside
you, his thickness filling every inch of you, like nothing ever
before. The nubs rubbed you from the inside in the most delicious
way, and when the biggest slid over the right spot, you gasped and
squeezed your thighs around him. Nybras filled you completely, and
braced himself on his arms on both of your sides, as not to crush
you. He gave you a moment to adjust, and when you squeezed around him
and moved your hips, he gave out a low growl and started sliding out,
and in again, making your eyes roll back from the intensity of
pressure and stimulation his girth and the nubs gave you. He
continued, increasing his speed, and when he shifted a little,
changing the angle of his dick driving into you, you cried out loud,
when he teased the perfect spot inside. He pounded harder now and you
felt yourself getting close to the overwhelming point. Your abdomen
burned with building desire and when it finally spilled over, you
screamed his name and plunged your nails in his arms. His thick ropes
of cum filled you and he howled with pleasure. You saw the tendrils
grow and snap in the air as he came, and his eyes burning like fire.
You never climaxed like this. It left you absolutely spent and not
able to lift your arms, but in a complete bliss. Nybras slid out of
you and you felt the black liquid oozing out of you, but it was a
good feeling. He curled at your side and pulled you into his chest,
purring and stroking your hair.
You often thought about that first time with Nybras, and what
amazing experience it was. Not only because of how great the sex was,
but how caring, intuitive and generous your boyfriend was.
The train arrives at your station and you get out, walking a block
and then turning toward where you live. You open the front door and
throw the keys into the little basked at the table.
“I’m home!” you shout. Not two second after you’re lifted
into the air by a pair of strong, black arms, and feel his tendrils
on your face. His purr tells you just how much he missed you even
though you were gone only a few hours.
“I made you dinner.” he says with his face in the crook of
your neck.
He places you down and takes your hand, leading you to the kitchen
while your heart, like every day since you met him, fills with love
and joy. ❤️
***
I wonder if I described his dick well enough for you to know what I mean, or if I should just draw it…
One of my favourite kinds of monsters…right there, under the bed. Convenient 😋
Monsters and Villains 