You stood a few feet away from him, and he couldn’t even bother trying to hide the way he was ogling you.
The way your nipples were poking through your shirt had his fingers twitching to pinch them.
Fuck.
He took a deep breathe, trying to calm himself. Balling his fists up at his sides.
It was cold outside the cabin the two of you were residing in for the mission you’d just completed, and apparently inside too.
“Peter, dinners almost ready” you smile sweetly at him and he bites the inside of his cheek at the way blood is already rushing to his cock.
But how could he help it? It was just so domestic, you cooking for him. You didn’t have to, you did it because you wanted to. Because you cared about him, but as a friend. Peter has to remind himself. And friends don’t cross certain boundaries.
But with the way your hair fell around your face as you fixed him a plate had him wanting to web swing right over all those god forsaken boundaries.
“I hope you like it, I’ve only made this dish a few times…” you chirp hopefully and Peter’s stomach churns with affection. You were so cute.
“I’m sure I’m gonna love it Y/N, you’re too good to me” Peter thanks you as you both sit down to eat. You blush at his kind words, you were going to make dinner for yourself. Of course you’d make some for him as well, he was one of your closest friends and favorite team mate.
“I’ll cook for you anytime Pete” you grin, taking your first bite and he follows suit. He doesn’t know what was better, how amazing the food tasted or the sound of you promising to cook for him whenever he wanted.
He groans as his mouth explodes with a mixture of delicious flavors. You find yourself blushing again at the sound of it, rumbling low in his chest.
His brown hair sitting in perfect loose curls on his head. Peter had always been attractive, but now he’s grown up. Broader shoulders, and a more muscular frame made for a way more confident man, assertive almost.
Peter took note of your red cheeks, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Mmmph, this is amazing Y/N” he compliments you. And he wasn’t lying, you were an amazing cook.
“I’m glad you like it…” you hum. The way you were beaming at him made a feeling of guilt wash over him once again for what he was about to do.
You and Peter had done dozens of missions together, you had a mutual trust. Peter was the genius, you let him handle certain things and you others. Of course you were smart, and read the mission reports etc…but sometimes on a quick retrieval trip like the one you were on now; you didn’t always bother with all the details.
On this trip Peter had paid attention to all the details, like the fact that one of the things you had retrieved was an aphrodisiac from Asgard.
“Let me grab us some drinks” Peter offers, standing before you could even respond. He sighs, pouring you both glasses of wine and the aphrodisiac into yours.
Peter knows he’s betraying your trust by doing this. But he needs you. Every part of him yearns for you. As he sets the glasses down on the table, he prays one day you can forgive him.
“Mmm, is it a bit chilly in here or just me?” You question, taking a sip of your wine. Peter nods in agreement, heart hammering in his chest as he watches you drink.
“Yeah, it is kind of cold” he adds, playing it off and keeping his demeanor calm and collected. This is what he had to do to have you.
You drink and joke, no longer feeling the cold from outside like you did before. Actually; you were getting pretty warm.
Your eyes fall shut as a surge of heat rushes through you, quickly passing. You try to brush it off, but soon your find yourself gripping the table when something stirs deep in your belly. You stifle a moan, curling over to conceal yourself as your face contorts at the random feelings of pleasure.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Peter feigns innocence to your condition, knowing very well what was happening to you. Of course he did his research. He’d never want to hurt you. You’d just finally have that extra push into his arms that he needed.
“I’m fine“ you try to lie, lifting your head up only to be cut off by another burst of pleasure that had your jaw dropping in a gasp.
“Peter..” you whimper, eyes locking with his and he’s next to you in seconds.
“Let’s get you in bed” he suggests, and you agree. You strip down to your tank top and underwear, body still growing hotter and hotter. You couldn’t bother to feel ashamed right now.
Of course you’d been horny but you’d never felt like this before. Your core was practically clenching around nothing at this point and you were counting down the seconds until Peter left so you could shove your hand into your panties and make yourself cum. But Peter had other plans.
He takes off his own shirt, climbing into the bed next to you and pulling you too him. Your body screams in welcome at the contact from a man as handsome as him. But he was a friend; and more importantly your teammate. Sleeping with him was off limits, no matter how wet your pussy was. Or how good he felt pressed against you.
“Peter I could be contagious! What are you doing?” You try your best to scare him off, brain only working at partial capacity at this point. It was taking actual effort to keep yourself from rubbing against him.
“I’m taking care of you” he coos, hand coming up to rest on your side.
“I’m not that kind of sick, you can go I promise” you respond with words, but your body leans into his touch.
“What kind of sick are you then Y/N” he asks, hand sliding up until it sits right under your curve of your breast.
You’re sure he doesn’t realize, certain his hands have the intentions of simply making you feel better. But still your thighs grow sticky with wetness from the feel of them.
“Let me help you Y/N” he whispers, voice laced with something dangerous.
His hand goes up even further until his groping your breast and you hum at how nice his big hand feels.
“Fuck, you’re perfect” he groans, flicking your nipple through your shirt and your hips jerk at the how good it feels. Peter smirks, doing it again and you can’t help squeak.
“Peter, stop. We can’t!” You feel yourself have a moment of clarity, this was too much.
“What’s wrong? It’s supposed to feel good if someone plays with your nipples” he answers, leaning in to kiss your neck and both hands now tweaking your nipples.
Your hands go to his shoulders to push him off, but before you can his actions have you succumbing to power of the aphrodisiac again.
“Peter please…” you find yourself begging and Peter bites down on your neck before sucking a bruise into it.
“Please what, baby?” He asks, kissing down the column of your throat and making quick work of your shirt so he can bury his face in your chest.
“More” is all you can choke out as his mouth wraps around your nipple.
Your panties are next to go, his hands eager to get rid of them. He’d dreamed of this.
He runs a finger down your folds, letting his digit get coated by your wetness. He switches nipples as he pushes his first finger into you.
“Oh fuckkk” you drawl, hips bucking at the welcomed intrusion. He chuckles adding another finger, and he grunts at how tight you are.
“So fucking right; even just around my fingers” he breathes finally coming up from your tits to kiss your mouth. His lips were soft but you could feel the strength behind them. He lead and you followed.
“…be even tighter around your cock” you pull away from the kiss breathlessly and Peter takes out his fingers to gently smack your pussy.
“I can only imagine” he quips and you reach your hands up tangle in his thick hair,
“Don’t imagine it, fuck me” you tilt your face up to kiss him again. It’s all tongue and teeth as Peter kicks down his pants and boxers.
“Anything you want baby”
And then he’s pushing his hard cock into you. Your back arches, and Peters arms reach under you to pull you as close to him as possible.
He thrusts sharply, dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Your nipples rub against his bare chest, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through the room.
You can barely catch your breath at how good everything feels, and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Cum for me Y/N” he hums, pressing his lips yours and you struggle to kiss him back as your high washes over you.
Your hips jerk in pleasure, walls contracting around him and bringing him to his own peak. He fills you up, grunting you name as he spills inside of you.
Peter breathes heavily, burying his face in your neck as you both come down.
So much for boundaries.
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this is the most different thing I’ve ever written, let me know if y’all want more like this just tryna to ease my way into some darker stuff!
Reblogging this to my new erotic/smut account 8P wow over 30,000 notes on this now? AWESOME!
NOTE, although my intent was to make this comic depicting completely consensual kinky fun, it has been read as coercive rape, and I can totally see why some people have interpreted it that way, so although that is not the intent of the content, I am going to trigger warn in the tags appropriately. If I should add a tag please let me know!
You spin your words carefully the way you spin your web, to the boy who cannot escape the trappings of string you’ve created just for him, and you slowly but surely find that he is getting caught in your words as well. You feed him, care for him, wrap him in all of your many limbs and whisper sweet words as you use his immobility to find his sweet spot and make him shiver. The little shudders are so much different than struggling. And that dies down, too, eventually. The poor thing, so completely and hopelessly trapped, both physically and by your love.
His stares take on a different tone, a different look, his words become less as knives to cut the threads and instead he begins to build a web of his own. You are so proud. You have loved him for so long, and now, finally, he sees you in the light you were always meant to be seen. Good, how very good of him to finally understand– especially considering there was never any other option. And now he is yours, even if you cut the threads. Even if your web was gone, he is yours. And when he tells you he loves you, you wrap him in all of your limbs once more, and you hold each other tightly as lovers do.
“It is nice, to have guests,” you admit to the stranger sitting beside you, the only occupied seat other than your own at the long and expensive table. He sits elbows on the table and chin in his hands, but even his improper etiquette is preferred to the dread silence of a hollow silent hall. “I have tried to invite nobles, but they will not come unless there is anoccasion– and even the commonfolk think there is a sort of taboo against such.” You sigh wistfully, absently swirling the drink in your glass. You were trying not to let the loneliness seep into your voice, though probably to no avail. “–But tell me– where have you travelled through? What have you seen? And, if I may be so curious, what inspired you to so boldly visit a king of your own volition?”
“Ah, your majesty, it’s refreshing to see someone of your stature seek knowledge of the outside world.” His eyes are entrancing. What has he seen? What does he know? You are fascinated. You need to know more. “I’ve traveled everywhere my mortal feet can take me, and seen cultures so strange you would think they were borne of the fae.” You find yourself leaning into his every word, quite literally, abandoning your own etiquette and your meal to tilt your lavish chair to the side and lean across the table corner. “As for you, I heard you never had company. It must get lonely.” You’re nodding against your will. You may be a king, but it’s so… “I have an idea,” he tells you, interrupting your thoughts.
“Every week, I shall visit you for a night and tell you a tale of a different place I’ve been and what I saw there. I’ve been so many places that surely it will last the rest of your lifetime. But I’m afraid in order to do so, I must ask something in return.” You hesitate. As a king, it’s your duty to be wary. You do your best to become kingly again in manner. “And what is it you want?” You ask sternly. “Jewels? My throne? A piece of the kingdom? Power?” He laughs, and it’s such an interesting sound. You can’t place its tone exactly, but it sounds like something beautiful placed in a haunting, empty night. “Of course not. None of that. Nothing like that at all, actually.” Relief washes over you. How thrilling, to have the company of such a stranger every week! “Then I don’t see why not! It’s a deal.” The stranger’s deep eyes glint from anticipation, and they glint as well almost yellow from the flickering flamelight of your hall as he shakes your hand.
Then suddenly, your face slams against the ornate table. Stunned, you take a moment to process what’s happening, and luckily the stranger lets you. Entire upper body bent over the table, hand you shook with twisted against your back, he is flush against you and pinning you down hard. Gently, the stranger removes your crown and sets it aside. “Wouldn’t want to cut yourself on its edges, love,” he hisses. You never realized until now how physically weak you were. And, in your attempt to struggle using your lower body instead, you manage only to grind your rear against his crotch and feel his hardened length in painful detail. “I– I– I am a king! Unhand me this instant!” You say, in a very desperate, un-kingly manner.
“As a king,” the stranger says, voice unwavering in tone and steadiness, “It is your duty to learn of the details of every deal you will ever make, before you make them.” You feel the blood drain from your face and your limbs go slack with shock as things start to dawn on you. “Especially when dealing with the Unknown. Any consequence that comes after can only be your own fault.” He intentionally grinds against you, now, and color returns to you as the heat of embarrassment. You dare not move, choosing instead to listen. Even this, you realize with a sad sort of dread, is preferable to the vast loneliness you’d had before. He tsks. “I even threw in something about fae as a warning! Though, I’m a bit worse.”
Despite yourself, you speak up. Your nature will always get the best of you, even at the worst of times. “Unfortunately, I’m still fascinated. What have I traded, and to whom?” The stranger laughs again, in the same way as before, alluring and otherworldly. “Your body and pleasure in exchange for stories of afar. He toys with your crown for a moment with the hand that isn’t pinning you. Then he sets it on the table and uses it to lean over you and look down, meeting your eyes. It was no trick of the light, earlier. His eyes are yellow and he now sports horns as a wild goat would have. “I do hope,” he says– as you can feel the intensity of his bodyheat, and it’s so much more contact than you’ve had in a lifetime but you don’t want it to stop, not at all– “That your reign isn’t considered a holy one. If it was, well. It won’t be for much longer.” He grins. As far as deals with strangers go, you’ve made worse.
Imaginethe Bug getting distracted by your pheromones.
Unfortunately, Kerb didn’t have his Edgar suit on. He wasn’t really sure to court you, anyway. You looked like a human, but the chemical signals wafting from your smaller frame were driving him crazy. Upon closer examination, it was clear you weren’t hiding inside someone’s skin.
Kerb couldn’t help imagining what it must be like to run his tarsi over your soft features while mounting you. He wasn’t sure you could crossbeed. But still, you’d make a nice receptacle for his sperm.
Another Friday night with nothing to do. You had a billion games, and none of them sounded fun now. Movies on DVD, Bluray, and subscription, and they all sounded as appealing as watching paint dry. To top it off: no food in the fridge, and your money wouldn’t show up until tomorrow.
So you checked your wallet and were surprised to see twenty bucks. That’s enough for a medium pizza and a small drink! You thought with a smile
Or a large pizza, free refills, and a couple rounds at the arcade~ The smarter part of your brain told you when you saw the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaplex poster above the small table your phone rested on. You wondered how you could ever forget that place! You loved going to the Pizzaplex! You never had a bad experience there!
You knew you made the right choice the moment you arrived. That 80′s glamrock aesthetic throughout the place always felt good. The food? Easy on the wallet, but packedwith flavor and customization options! You headed for the arcade right after. Because, hey, what better way to end an evening than to play some rare retro games on an arcade cabinet?
In retrospect… It all seemed like the perfect setup for a horror movie…
Even though it was Friday, there weren’t that many people in the arcade. Plus all the retro games you liked were in the back corner behind some of the newer cabinets. And they were placed in such a way that the cameras couldn’t get a good look in case trouble happened.
You didn’t care at the time, though. Between being bloated from the pizza and thoughts of playing Burger Time, the last thing on your mind was an animatronic getting freaky with you.
“Rockon!” you heard her say, startling you when you died on level four, “You must be really good to make it to level four!”
Roxanne Wolf. One of the mascots of the Pizzaplex. She was also your favorite of the mascots. Sassy, punk, tomboy- there was a lot about her that you liked. And even though you knew she was an animatronic, you never could get your heart to settle down when you saw her. Talking to her was a first for you, as she was often busy entertaining children like the rest of her bandmates.
“W-Well I practiced a b-bit…” you told her, voice cracking when her eyes stared directly into yours
“Awww, are you embarassed to be speaking to me?” she asked with the cutest giggle
She never gave you a chance to answer. Shifting her weight, swaying those cute hips of hers, her eyes locked onto yours. The way she looked at you was almost mesmerizing. Like she could see right through you.
With another adorable giggle, she gave you a knowing look and said, “I bet that I’myourfavorite!”
Flustered, you sheepishly looked away. You managed to choke out the words “Yeah, you are” before feeling like a total screwball for being attracted to an animatronic.
“I bet you’dwhip it out if I asked nicely… Right?” she said in a whisper
You were 90% sure that you misheard her. But when you looked up to see her eyes squinting and looking around to see if anyone else was nearby… You started to wonder if this was some sort of a dream you were in. Seeing her eyes go wide like dinner plates, and her body hunkering down like she was ready to pounce made you wonder if you were in a nightmare. She started walking up to you, step by step, slowly forcing you to pin your back against the Burger Time cabinet
“Yousaid I was your favorite!” she said, her voice sounding less bubbly and more stalkery, “What fan doesn’t want to score with their favorite idol??”
Feeling one hand stroke your chest and the other gently grabbing your dick was when you realized that it wasn’t a dream! You tried to run, tried to call for security or a staff member. She put a stop to that by putting your dick in a vice grip and shoving your back into the cabinet, cracking the screen. She leaned in so close, making damn sure that you saw that murderous look in her eyes.
“Roxanne Wolf, your favorite star in this Pizzaplex politely asked for a bite of your pepperoni stick, and you try to run?!” she growled, with the grip she had over your cock tightening so hard you thought it was about to fall off, “Are you some kind of a loser?! Roxanne Wolf doesn’t likelosers!”
“N-No R-Roxanne!” you pleaded, fighting against the searing pain, “I-I was just st-startled! H-Honest!”
Her grip loosened, and she began gingerly stroking your throbbing member.
“Aww, I’m sowwy…” she said after a moment with sad puppy dog eyes, bringing her hands together, looking cute again, “Were you scared because it was yow fiwst time with yow favowiteidol??”
Before you could answer, she glared at you again and threateningly pointed a finger at your face and whispering, “No onecares!Drop your pants and give momma the good stuff!”
Not that you didn’t want to, of course. Hell, you had plenty of fantasies about you and Roxanne when you were alone in your apartment! You just never imagined it would actually happen. Nor did you expect her to be like… Well, this.
“____,pleasedon’t act like this…” she said
Sheknewyourname. They weren’t programmed to remember your name!
Stroking your chest and cock again, Roxanne stared into your frightened eyes with those hungry, souless, colorful orbs of hers.
“I just want the love of my fans, ____.” she said with an eerily soothing tone, as she gently slid a hand behind your head to pull you in closer, ”That’s not so bad, right?”
You tried to argue, try to rationalize it, “But you-you’re not re-”
“Then help me feelreal,____” she whispered with that eerie tone of hers, “I’ve seen how you look at me whenever you come in here… I know you want this…”
Pulling you in closer, pressing you into her chest with one arm, while her other hand continued to stroke your hard dick, she whispered into your ear with that same eerie tone, “Either throw me your bone, or I’ll eat your heart like pedigree chum…Yourchoice, ____”
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Also, please forgive me for the quality! I love writing, but smut is NOT my forte, despite my desires to take a crack at it. Still, I hope you enjoy it XD
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He knew not the number of times he died to the feral, lanky, scimitar wielding she devil known as “The Dancer Of The Boreal Valley”. All he knew was that if he died one moretime, he planned to bring a step stool next so that he could shove his foot way up her ass!
The battle started promising… But then, they always did. As tall as she was, The Dancer was deceptively fast. Lurching forward, hunched as she moved. The heels of her metallic boots loudly clicking across the floor. Slow, deliberate. And when he’d charge in to shank her heels with his claymore, the she beast would pivot on her heels and smack him across the room with her enchanted scimitar.
Five minutes in (a new record), and the frustrated knight struggled to stand. All out of the refreshing, life rejuvenating estus he kept in his flask, the knight watched helplessly as The Dancer descended upon him. Standing up, her back bending far back as unnaturally as the rest of her moved. Preparing her sword to chop him in half for what felt like the billionth time, the frustrated knight could only sigh in frustration. A half hearted chuckle escaping his lips at how ridiculous the situation was.
“So, do you do lap dances?” he snarked
Right as she started to swing her sword, The Dancer froze. Something that the knight did not expect. Not justbecause he didn’t expect anyone to take such a sarcastic tone so seriously. All this time he assumed his opponent, alluring though she was, had the mind of a feral beast.
Before he could even ask her if she understood him the entire time, the towering scimitar user aimed the tip of her sword right at his neck. A threat that might’veworried him, had he not died several times before.
“Hsssher-RAGHHRRLL!!” the Dancer snarled
Okay, so she’s “kinda” feral… thought the knight, frustration returning in full force, Six of one…
When she brought her sword back to impale him, the knight, thinking that maybe she wanted him to repeat what he said, decided to indulge his opponent.
“I-Iasked if you do lap dances!” he called out to her once more
He watched her movement with fascination. The way her head tilted in confusion, how her hips swayed when she shifted her weight. Tapping her foot, knuckles pressed into the side of her hip.
“L-Lappff…Danssss…” the Dancer repeated, sounding annoyed by the remark, slurring her words with boiling feral rage
Smirking underneath his helmet, the knight thought that maybe there was a way to win after all! Who knew that it would be through negotiation?!
“Y-Yeah!” he insisted, trying not to get too excited, “You’re the Dancerof the Boreal Valley, right? We’ve been fighting all this time, and I haven’t seen you dance once-”
In the blink of an eye, her large helmet was inches away from his own. Crawling now, leaning in with one hand pressed against the floor.
Right…Deceptivelyfast… thought the knight, goosebumps marching down his spine
The edge of her flaming sword caressed his neck. When she hissed, he could feel her breath through the slits of his helmet. The chill of winter air seeping through, along with the fading scent of honey and lilacs.
“Gr-rrrRRR-LAAAAP D-DANSSS?!” she bellowed, her booming voice causing the whole room to shake
“Oh, come on!” he shot back, “With a sexy body like yours, how could I not think that?!”
“S…Sexxx…eeee…?” the Dancer repeated, head tilting again
The knight started to blush. Admittedly he did find her physically attractive, though that part he didn’t mean to blurt out.
“I-I mean, y-yeah! You’re… Y-You’re kinda cute…” he bashfully told her, with his frustrations creeping in, “Y’know, when you’re not trying to chop me into-”
With a flick of her wrist, the Dancer hurled her sword to the far end of the room. Then she reached out with her hand, and shoved the knight onto his back. Watching her creep up to him on all fours made the inside of his helmet feel hot.
“Mmmm…” she cooed, reaching with her hand, pinning his back to the floor
With her index finger, she traced a line from his chest down to the crotch of his leggings.
“W-What are you-” was about as far as he got before she ripped a gaping hole in his pants, exposing his throbbing cock
“S-SSseXXxx-eEEeE…” the Dancer gasped with pleasure, gnashing her teeth together behind her helmet, droplets of drool seeping out and coating his cock
Her hand lashed out like a viper. Grabbing him by the cock, she pulled him closer. Gently stroking his excited member as she reeled him in and tucked him under her crotch.
Fearing that he might’ve bitten off more than he could chew, the flustered knight said, “H-Hey, n-not that I-I’m not e-enjoying this… But, m-m-maybe we s-should slow down-”
“UurrrRR-RREGHRL!!” the Dancer hissed, slamming a fist down inches away from his helmet, causing the floor to buckle and break
Then, she uncurled her fist, and tucked it behind his helmet. Prying it off his head, she then reached for her breast plate. When she removed it, she giggled when she saw his eyes bulge.
“N-Nowww…” she hissed threateningly, grinding against his body, causing her large, perky breasts to jiggle and bounce, “L-LAAaaAAppff DannnnsssSSS!”
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“Luv, why are you looking at me like I’ve grown three heads?” John gets a little worried.
I wanted to ask him about what Superman had said before I went any further, just in case it was something terrible. From the sounds of it, it might be and I wasn’t prepared to journey on with him at my side if that was the case.
“Spit it out!” he’s shuffling nervously. “I don’t like the way you’re starin’.”
“Why did you impersonate my husband?” I finally ask.
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Looking for a Free Ride
The day I met James for the first time was unlike any other in my young life. I’m from Minnesota, and I’d always wanted to live in sunny California, where the stars seemed to live it up. I wanted to be rich and famous someday, so I decided to move there as soon as I turned eighteen to pursue my dream of being an actress.
My dreams kept me going through high school, where I stood out like a sore thumb with my high-fashion outfits and starlet-style makeup looks. I was probably the only girl in Saint Paul that looked like I was straight out of a fashion magazine. I had my pick of the guys in school, but honestly, they were boring as fuck, and I vowed to myself that the day I turned eighteen, I was moving to L.A. to live in the sun.
I had a job in high school that allowed me to save up the money that I needed to move to L.A. The only problem was that it wouldn’t last long once I got there. I needed to find a job quickly, and I needed a place to live. I started looking for apartments as soon as I turned eighteen, but most of them wanted proof of income, which was a joke because I didn’t make enough to rent in any of the locations I wanted. I wanted to be in Hollywood, or maybe Malibu, but the price tag was too high, and I didn’t have any credit.
I was devastated. I didn’t know how I would make it. I only knew that I had to find a way.
Luckily, I ran across James in an online chat room on Swing Low Chat. He was much older than me, but he said he lived in L.A. That was enough for me to ask if I could send him a direct message, and he agreed.
“I have an apartment building in downtown L.A.,” he explained.
“Do you think I could rent an apartment from you?” I asked, so desperate to make my dreams come true that I would have done anything.
“Sure, but rent isn’t exactly cheap. Do you have a job lined up?”
“No, I don’t yet, but I will! I will find a job as soon as I get out there.” I typed.
“Why don’t we talk for a bit so I can see if you’re someone I can trust,” James wrote.
“Absolutely!” I agreed, and we chatted well into the night. We talked about everything from sex to Donald Trump, and I wondered if James was my destiny. I knew it was stupid to think that a relationship could evolve from an online chat server, but James was incredibly charming, and I let down my guard. I told him everything about myself, including my desire to make it as an actress in Hollywood, a dream I didn’t share with many.
“I know some people in the industry. One of my friends is a film producer. When you come out, I’ll introduce you.”
“That would be awesome!” I gushed.
By the time I went to bed, it was already morning, and the sunlight bled through my window, reminding me that I still had a life in Saint Paul to attend to before my big dreams could begin. The next few weeks were a blur of packing my belongings into one suitcase and putting most of my beautiful wardrobe into boxes for my parents to ship when I was settled. I knew that they expected me to fail. It was in the way they told me they hoped I made it and in the way they packed the boxes toward the back of the garage as if they would stay there for an eternity.
I knew that I couldn’t fail. I didn’t want to come back to Minnesota ever again. I would rather die than give my parents the satisfaction of knowing they were right about me. The truth is, I’d failed at a lot of things. I started activities and then gave up on them. My parents tried their best to encourage me, but I always took the most complicated route to prove that I could do it my own way.
My parents cried as I boarded my flight. They insisted on walking me all the way to the gate so they could spend as much time with me as possible.
“You’re sure you have a place to live?” my mom asked for the twentieth time.
“Yes, mom. My friend James owns an apartment building, and he said I could stay there and he’d help me find a job.”
“That’s so nice of him, but I worry. You’re a young, pretty girl.” She brushed a lock of my brown hair back from my face. “You could easily get taken advantage of.”
“I’ve been talking to James for months, and he knows my situation. He knows me well, and I trust him,” I tried to convey this to my mother, but it was challenging since I doubted James and his trustworthiness. I would handle whatever happened, but I feared that my mother would be right. She had been right on many occasions where I’d been sure she was wrong.
“Let her go on her adventure, honey,” my father warned my mother with a look that I knew meant she needed to shut up. “Honey, we worry about you. Please call your mother at least once a day, so we know you are alive, okay?” My dad leaned in for a hug.
I hugged him tightly, tears springing to my eyes. I gave my mother a hug, and I left to start my life in California. I slept through the entire plane ride, and as I stepped out into the California sunshine, I couldn’t believe that it was still so light in the evening. The sunset was spectacular, and I wished to stop and stare, but I had to meet James!
By the time I made it to our designated meeting spot, my heart was pounding. I wheeled my suitcase and my backpack toward the gate where James had promised he would pick me up. I was scared as I realized how many people were around me. LAX was a huge airport, and though I had felt confident in Minnesota, I felt like a tiny speck of dust in the California desert. What if James didn’t show up? What if he never came for me, and it was all a cruel joke? I’d wasted all my money on a plane ticket, and I had some left to rent a motel if I really needed to, but I was counting on James.
I texted him incessantly, but there was no answer. I fought back the tears as my parents’ texts began to fill up my phone. They wanted to confirm all was well, but I couldn’t answer them. All wasn’t well, and I couldn’t stand the thought of them being right about James, even if I had my own doubts about him.
“Hey! Tiana! Is that you?” A voice called from the curb, and I looked up to see James driving a large, white van. He cut the engine and got out to greet me.
“Hey! James! I was starting to worry you weren’t coming! I texted you!” I tried to explain, but James got out of the car and took my suitcase from me to put it in the back of the van. He reached for my backpack, but I clung to it and shook my head.
“I need this with me,” I explained.
“How was your trip?”
“I slept through it,” I shrugged, and he opened the door for me to get into the passenger seat. He didn’t answer me, closing the door and heading to the driver’s seat instead. There was an uncomfortable silence between us, but I didn’t know what to say. We waited in traffic for what seemed like forever. I was antsy to get my new life started.
“You’re so much prettier in person,” James finally said, moving his hand to my knee. He gave it a little squeeze.
“Thanks,” I said, knowing that my parents had been right about James. He was just planning on using me for sex or something. I knew that going in, and I was okay with it, at least I thought I was. I needed a room, and he needed a pussy to fuck. We’d talked a bit about it on Swing Low, but I wasn’t sure how soon he would expect sex. The longer I could hold out, the longer I could drag my stay with James out. He was my ticket to making it in California without my parents.
“So, are you hungry? Should we grab some food?”
“Can we go to where I’ll be staying to see what it’s like? Then maybe we can go to the grocery store later if you don’t mind?”
“Well, I hope you plan on compensating me for gas, Tiana. Gas prices are fucking ridiculous here in California.”
I stiffened. “Of course. You said something about me getting a job with a producer?”
“Yes. In fact, I’ll text Darnell now. He should be there by the time we get back. Are you excited about getting started with your new life?”
“You know I am!” I said, finally allowing myself to relax and anticipate my success.
“That’s a good girl,” James said, and I worried about how he said it like he owned me or something.
We arrived at the dilapidated apartment complex, and I wasn’t shocked. James had told me the name of the apartment complex, and I looked it up online and found out all about it. There were a lot of negative reviews, and I knew it wasn’t going to be paradise or anything. What I wasn’t accounting for was the neighborhood that it was in.
Hookers and beggars walked the streets. People huddled in what looked like drug deals, and children played mere feet from the transactions. Menacing black men with their pants sagged and du-rags adorning their heads grouped together throughout the block, and I was absolutely terrified.
“James, are those gang members?” I asked. I knew I sounded like a tourist, but I was genuinely concerned.
“I’ll make sure you’re protected. You don’t have to worry.”
“What do you mean protected? You think someone would hurt me?”
“This isn’t the best neighborhood. I told you that, Tiana, remember? I told you there were drugs and gang members, and you said you didn’t mind, that you’d make do until you could afford to live somewhere better,” he reminded me.
“I know. I just didn’t realize what it was actually like. They’re so…scary.”
“Like I said, I’ve got you.” James smiled warmly, and I wasn’t afraid of him, but maybe I should have been. I let him give me a rough hug, but I stiffened in his arms. I wasn’t sure that I could handle this situation. “You’ll be fine, Tiana. Trust me. Let’s go inside.”
James had the best apartment of the bunch, according to him. It had two bedrooms, one of which would be my room. He showed me my room, and I saw it had a small futon and a clothing rack. The closet was filled with James’s belongings, and part of the room was filled with storage boxes.
“I told you it isn’t the best room in the world, but you can live here rent-free as long as you find a job and pay me when you can. Just like we agreed.”
“It’s perfect,” I said, trying not to sound ungrateful. “I’m thankful you have this to give me. Thank you.”
“Darnell is texting. He’s here. Come on, follow me!” James dropped my suitcase in the corner of my new room, and I placed my backpack gingerly next to it. This was my new home.
I followed James down the hall and into the small living room.
Darnell was one of the black men I’d seen on the street. He wore a dark blue du-rag and had large lips that he kept pursed as if he was about to give someone a kiss.
“Sweet James! What’s up, bro?”
“Hey, man!” I watched them do an elaborate handshake before Darnell turned to look at me.
“Is this our star?” Darnell asked, giving me a once-over.
“This is Tiana,” James introduced me, and I reached my hand out to shake Darnell’s. He gave me a strange look, but he shook my hand.
“You didn’t tell me she looked like she was twelve!” Darnell laughed.
“She’s eighteen.”
“No, that shit’s good! We can make so much money if she looks twelve. It’s fine. I’ve got a whole idea for you two and for me too! It’ll be awesome!”
“What is he talking about?” I asked James.
“You didn’t tell her?” Darnell’s eyebrows raised with concern.
“I figured you could tell her since you’re the producer,” James said smoothly.
“Sure, sure! So you need a job, and I need a starlet. Sweet James told me you wanted to be a star, right?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “I want to be an actress!”
“Well, my ideas require plenty of acting, and you will make good money if you stick with me. I’ve made a lot of movies so far, and I’ve been pulling in some good money. I want to make sure you can pay the rent.”
“Oh, thank you so much, Darnell! What kind of movies?”
“I’ve been doing a lot of uncle/niece incest movies lately, but I’ve done a lot of other stuff. Now that I see how young you look, I think I can make you an even bigger star!” he promised.
“Wait. Uncle/niece? Are you talking about porn?” I took a step back away from both James and Darnell. My parents had been right once again. I knew I had enough money to buy a plane ticket home, and maybe I could find somewhere to stay for a few nights so I could at least see California before I left again. I couldn’t make porn. I just couldn’t.
“Yeah, what did you think all the cameras were for? We’ve shot quite a few scenes here, haven’t we, Sweet James?”
“Why do you call him Sweet James?” I asked.
“That’s his name.”
“I just call him James.”
“Well, you’re not from around here. Stick around, and you’ll be calling him Sweet James all night long, right man?”
“Yeah, I should have told you, Tiana, but I figured you’d be in a better position to make a good choice once you got here. You already said you’d fuck me for a room. I figured porn would be a great way for you to earn your keep and get you on track to the lifestyle you want. I’m just trying to help you.”
“It feels like you’re trying to exploit me!” I screamed angrily. “You should’ve told me!”
I turned away from the guys so they wouldn’t see the tears hanging in my eyes when they fell. I hadn’t noticed on my way in, but it looked like James was filming something in the living room by the way he had cameras set up at varying angles. I should have put things together, but I was still naive and trusting then. I was blissfully unaware that the cameras were meant for me and that my new job would be making porn.
“Tiana, you should at least let Darnell show you the movies he’s made and the money he’s earned. You might be more into it when you see how much you can make,” James touched my right shoulder.
I spun around. “I don’t want to do porn! What if someone from Minnesota sees me? What if my parents see me?”
“I can make it so no one sees your face. You don’t have any tattoos, do you?” Darnell asked. “We can cover up most of those with makeup, but I can absolutely shoot you without revealing your identity. Come on over here, and let me show you some of the movies I’ve made.”
Darnell sat down on the couch and grabbed a laptop sitting on the coffee table. He opened it up and pulled up some porn. I was shocked when I saw the name of his company because it was familiar to me. I’d watched his porn before while I masturbated. I didn’t say anything as I watched several of his videos, all starring a young, stupid girl just like me who was being exploited.
“Now, let me show you the money, honey.” Darnell reached for a duffel bag and pulled out a stack of cash. “Hold out your hand.”
“Why?”
“Just hold it out.”
“Okay, fine.” I held my hand out and watched Darnell count out two thousand dollars.
“I’ll pay you two-thousand a week if you work twenty hours. That’s part-time. You’ll still have some time to pursue your real dream of being a mainstream actress. Of course, you’ll probably get more famous if you stick with me. I can make you a big porn star. I’ve built up some other young ladies. Let me show you.”
Darnell showed me a series of women who had hundreds of thousands of views on Xvideos and Pornhub. My heart was beating so fast that I was afraid I’d have a heart attack. I looked up at James, who had busied himself with straightening items on a bookshelf. He shrugged as if to say I was on my own in making my choice.
“Can I quit anytime if I don’t like it?”
“Sure,” Darnell assured me.
“And you won’t show my face.”
“Nope, I can shoot you without your face.”
“Okay…I think I’ll try it.”
“Let’s go then. I’ve got the cameras set up, and we’ve got a few hours before I have to shoot Becca.”
“Who is Becca?” I asked.
“One of my other girls. She’s pretty famous these days. She’s really good at sucking dick. How are you at blowjobs?” Darnell asked.
“I don’t think I’m that good. Not like a porn star.”
“It’s okay. I actually don’t care how experienced you are. It won’t matter for our scene. Sweet James, you need to get ready. Tiana, we need to choose a porn name for you.”
“Uh, I don’t know,” I said honestly. It was all happening so fast, and I couldn’t seem to slow things down. James was already naked, and his huge cock I’d seen a million times via chat was now larger than life.
“Put this on,” Darnell threw something my way. It was a pair of children’s pajamas with a print of tiny hearts all over them.
“But these are kid’s pajamas!”
“Yeah. Those will make you money. Put them on!” Darnell commanded. He was now in director mode, and I tried my best to get the pajamas on even though they were tight.
“Okay, Tiana, this should be easy. You’re going to pretend to be asleep, and Sweet James will find you like that and mess with you while you are sleeping. I want you to pretend to be asleep at all costs, no moaning or making any noises. No movement. Understand, Tiana?”
“Yes,” I said. At least I didn’t have to do anything. I just had to lay there and take James’s dick, which I had been planning to do in the first place.
“I think your name should be Candy Skies,” Darnell told me. It wasn’t a suggestion. He decided for me, and I took my position face-down on the old, nasty couch and waited for something to happen.
I listened as the men got the cameras rolling, and I tried my best to hold still as James began to touch and fondle my “sleeping” body. He unbuttoned a flap in the pajamas that uncovered my ass and pussy. His hands pawed my tits and ass as I fought to remain still and quiet. I knew my naughty bits were on display, but I had no idea how many cameras were trained on me as James rubbed his dick all over my ass. He fingered my pussy a bit, trying to get me wet, and I was shocked when the wetness came, despite my fear.
James had a huge cock. I should have guessed that he was a porn star when he sent me pictures and videos on Swing Low chat. I had never fucked a dick that big, but I figured I could handle it if porn stars could. I felt sorry for myself for being so fucking stupid as James’s huge dick pushed into me. It was too big for my tiny hole, and it stretched me out beyond measure. It took every ounce of strength not to scream as he used me. It hurt a bit at first, but it began to feel good as James expertly fucked me. I knew I was close to cumming, and I had no idea how I would keep myself from crying out.
James was fucking me harder and faster now, jarring my body with every thrust until I couldn’t stand any more. I let out a small whimper, and James stopped, pausing to let me compose myself again. He began to move again, and my orgasm was still right there in front of me. My body was responding, and I couldn’t help but whimper again.
“Shut the fuck up!” James said, and he smacked me in the back of the head.
“Oww!” I screamed into the couch, my face still buried in the old cushions.
“Go back to sleep! Don’t tell anyone what I’m doing to you, or I’ll kill you,” James snarled. He sounded so mean and menacing that I became actually frightened. I screamed loudly, but James reached down, wrapping his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t make a sound. “You don’t want your parents to find out what a little slut you are, do you? You like when your Uncle James fucks your pussy, don’t you?”
I nodded vigorously.
“That’s what I thought. Take my dick, but keep your mouth shut, bitch, or I’ll make you sorry.”
James wasn’t being very sweet anymore. His hand slid down to my throat, and he squeezed it tightly until I was choking and sputtering. He pumped his cock in me, using my body to make himself feel good. I imagined what it would be like if I was a young girl, and this was my uncle sneaking into the living room to use my pussy while I was asleep. I imagined how scary that would be, and for some reason, it only made my orgasm better.
I screamed, but no sound came out. Instead, I gasped and wheezed as I fought for air as James held me down. By the time he released his hand from my throat, I was desperate for air. I did my best to breathe, but it was tough with my face still buried in the couch. James grabbed a pillow and placed it over my head, then flipped my body over so he could remove what was left of the pajamas.
“Let your uncle show you a fun game!” he said in a singsong voice that someone would use to talk to a child. “Lay there and keep that pillow over your face, and I’ll show you how to play.”
James grabbed my legs and bent them back until they were over my head. He made sure the pillow was still covering my face, then turned around, so he was sitting on the back of my thighs. He angled his cock, so it went straight down into my pussy. I realized that my pussy and ass were facing the cameras in this position.
It was a strange angle, but somehow it felt so much more amazing than any other sex I’d had. James held my body in place with his thighs, and he was sitting on my legs so that I couldn’t move. I could have fought him, but it felt so good that I let things continue, not realizing just how much he was using my pussy. He played with my pussy, working the head of his cock in and out of me.
He fucked my pussy this way, taking his time and using it, stopping only to pull his cock out and spread my holes open for the camera. I had never been put on display like this, and I didn’t like the idea of millions of people seeing my holes. I worried that my face had been in the shot, and I wanted to say something, but I was afraid to ruin the scene. I didn’t really want to do this again. As soon as it was over, I would call it quits and return to Minnesota. This would all seem like a bad dream by the time I got back home.
Another orgasm erupted from inside of me. My pussy clenched on James’s cock with each spasm, but I turned my screams inward, trying my best to remain silent.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” James announced, and I stiffened, hoping that he wasn’t planning on cumming inside of me. I was on birth control, but I was worried about diseases. These people made porn all the time at home. I doubted they were getting regular STD tests. This was what I thought when James finally came. His first few squirts were inside me, but he pulled out and came all over the outside of my pussy and ass.
He pulled my pussy apart, and I heard it fart as his cum spewed from my pussy and onto my asshole. James made a big show of it for the camera, playing in the cum and rubbing his cock all over me until my pussy and ass were a huge mess.
“Okay, cut! Got it!” Darnell called out.
“Get off of me!” I cried, and James helped me up, noticing my body’s large indent on the couch. “My legs fell asleep!”
“Sorry, that was a weird position. I kind of improvised, but damn! That was so fucking hot! You’re really good at this, Tiana, better than any other girls we already have working. You’re going to be a huge star if you stick it out.”
“You think?” I asked, wishing that it was true.
“Yeah, baby! You are a natural!” Darnell jumped in. “I’m going to edit and post this, and we’ll see how it does. How about that?”
“I guess.”
“You want to shoot one with me tonight? My dick is even bigger than Sweet James’s,” Darnell promised. He threw me a box of baby wipes to clean up with.
“I don’t know…”
“Come on! I’ll give you some more money if you want.”
“Sure!” I answered, already changing my mind about leaving for Minnesota. Maybe I could really do this for a living. I could make things work.
“Cool. For this one, you’re going to wear this mask,” Darnell handed me a mask that looked like a sleeping mask for a child. It looked like a little teddy bear.
I put the mask on, happy that it covered most of my face. “Now what?”
“Pretend to be asleep on the couch, and I’m going to wake you up by making you suck my big, black dick. Sound good?”
“Okay,” I agreed, and I took my place on the couch and waited for them to turn the cameras on. It was a bit easier the second time around. I did an excellent job of pretending to be asleep until Darnell started slapping me across the face with his dick to wake me up.
“Your Uncle Ty has a bone to pick with you!” Darnell sounded so evil, but this turned me on for some reason. He shoved his cock down my throat and fucked me so hard that I retched and puked all over the coffee table.
“That’s gross as fuck, honey. Bend over, let Uncle Ty fuck your tight white pussy!”
“Okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice small and insignificant the way it would be if something like this really happened to me. I was getting into the role and playing the part. I bent over the couch and waited.
“Pull your ass cheeks apart for your uncle!”
I did as he asked, pulling my ass apart, so my holes were on display again. Darnell’s huge cock struggled to enter my small, white pussy. I’d never fucked a black man, and I was intimidated. He grabbed some lube, forcing that giant cock into me until I was taking it.
“You’re so tight, I can barely get my dick in you!” Darnell snarled. I wasn’t expecting it, but he smacked me upside the head and then grabbed a clump of my hair and pulled, using it as a handle to pull me back onto his waiting cock. I’d never felt so used before, and I realized that this was Darnell’s thing. He loved using and manhandling young, innocent girls like me. He was getting off on my pain.
“Help!” I screamed. “Mommy! Daddy!”
“Your Mommy and Daddy can’t save you from this dick!” Darnell screamed. “Uncle Ty will fuck you up, and I’m going to use this tight, white asshole too!”
“No!” I screamed, this time meaning it. I had never done anal, and I wasn’t planning on doing it now. “No! Not my ass!”
“Yes, your ass!” Darnell held me down as he applied some lube and forced his gigantic black dick into my tightest hole. I screamed as his thick pole spread my asshole out beyond its abilities. I knew that it was too much, and I had no idea how to deal with the sickening pain now spreading from my asshole and through my body.
“Please! It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, dumb ass! Reach back and spread those ass cheeks for Uncle Ty! That’s a good little bitch”
I spread my cheeks open for this man I’d just met, who was now taking advantage of me and using my asshole to get himself off in the name of making porn. I felt like an idiot. Darnell was right about that. I had been so stupid to think that I could come to California and get a free ride. I was now the free ride, and Darnell was riding me hard. I clung to the couch, the pain in my ass now turning to something else, something half-pleasure and half pain. I wasn’t sure, but it almost felt good. Almost.
Darnell’s whole cock was now in my asshole. I couldn’t believe that a dick could get that deep inside me, but he had opened me up somehow, and I was now wholly speared from behind. I prayed for it all to be over, for things to go back to the way they used to be. I even prayed to God, begging him to help me. I prayed that I would wake up in my childhood room in Minnesota with my parents worrying over me. I prayed that this was all a bad dream and I could undo the bad decisions I’d made. I prayed that no one I knew would ever see this stupid porno I was making, but at least I could leave with the two-thousand dollars Darnell had given me. He said he’d give me more, and I deserved it after this.
“I’m gonna nut in your tight, little white asshole! Keep those cheeks spread for me! That’s a good girl. Take my cum, bitch! Take it! Yesssss!”
Darnell’s body tensed with his orgasm as he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You’re fun to use.”
“Cut!” James called out. “Wow, that was brutal. Is your ass okay?” James turned to me with concern.
“It hurts.”
“Here are some wipes,” Darnell handed the baby wipes back to me. “You can take them to the bathroom.”
I was crying by the time I reached the bathroom. I wiped the blood from my ass and then sat on the toilet to expel the cum Darnell had shot inside me. I felt so disgusting and so dirty. I couldn’t bear the thought of walking back out there and having to face them after what they’d done to me. I felt like a fraud. I was now the one thing I never wanted to be: a whore.
I cried until my makeup was hopelessly smeared, and James finally knocked on the bathroom door.
“You okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to hide that I was upset.
“Darnell wants to take you to dinner and give you some more money. He didn’t mean to fuck your ass that hard. He’s just super sadistic, and sometimes he gets carried away. He’s a nice guy. He really is. I’m sorry if he hurt you.”
“It’s fine,” I said, but it still took me another thirty minutes to come out of the bathroom. I let Darnell take me for food, and he gave me another thousand dollars.
I didn’t plan on staying; I really didn’t. It’s just that the money made things easy, and I had a place to stay. I could go on casting calls for real acting jobs anytime I wanted, and I was able to get a good agent. Darnell was in a gang and seemed to know people in every industry. Darnell knew everyone, and James actually knew a lot of people too.
I told my parents I was working at a restaurant as a waitress and that I made tips. They asked many questions at first, but with time, they accepted that I had made a life for myself in California. I’m sure it would have ruined them if they found out what I really did for a living.
I looked for acting jobs while I lived in that apartment, taking dick every single day as I pretended to be someone’s daughter, niece, or cousin. I became numb to what I was doing, and making porn became just another thing I did to earn money. No regular job could cover my expenses after I got used to working for Darnell. I had no idea, but Darnell had every intention of keeping me there working for him no matter what I decided to do.
“So if I would have tried to leave that first day after you fucked my ass, what would you have done?” I asked Darnell one night after a ruthless ass fucking on camera.
“I would have tracked your ass down and fucked some sense into it,” he chuckled. It had been a few years by then, and I knew he meant it as a joke, but I also knew he meant it. Darnell owned a lot of people, including his lot of porn stars, Sweet James, and now me.
This is a sequel to a two-part submission I wrote about two years ago called Incidental: The Procedure (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2)
a. Voxlette
(Part 2 of 7)
Month 4
Henry struggled to button his shirt. Or at least, button it and make it look like it fit. He’d noticed he was putting on a little weight around the middle - he hadn’t realized he’d put on that much. This shirt had fit him fine a few weeks ago. The fabric strained at the buttons, leaving open gaps where you could see through to his skin. His pants were the same, refusing to pull closed those last couple of inches. He could hold them up by keeping them unbuttoned, and hiding it with a belt. A belt that was a few notches looser than last month. His belly button was there, hidden only by the buckle.
…
Henry couldn’t get comfortable at the office, shifting in his chair. He had this strange soreness in his abdomen - perhaps it was because his clothes were too tight. He’d been distracted on all of his sales calls, and he was nowhere near his goal for the morning. He needed to find a solution to his discomfort, and quickly. He tried covertly rubbing at his abdomen in the sore spots, but even in his cubicle, felt like he was getting some odd looks. He couldn’t stand to be a public spectacle. What would people say? Would they whisper about how odd he was acting in the breakroom…the thought made his chest feel tight.
Maybe Dean would help him. He made his way to Dean’s office, opening and closing the door, closing the blinds in the glass walls.
“Hey,” Dean said, glancing up from his computer. “Something wrong?”
“Dean, can you help me?” Henry stammered over his request. “I need you to…massage me. I feel too bloated….too full…and - nevermind, nevermind.” He made to go again.
“Wait!” Dean stood up. He had that look on his face. The bedroom look. That was…interesting. Henry didn’t figure he’d be into this. “Come over here.”
Henry obliged, and Dean switched places with him so that Henry was tucked safely in the corner of the office. He felt his shoulders press against the wall.
“Where does it hurt?” Dean looked so…concerned.
“Um, well -” he indicated his pectorals and his round ligaments that stretched up and down the sides of his increasingly rotund stomach.
Without a word, Dean began rubbing gently. It felt surprisingly nice.
“Is that better?” he asked quietly.
“Hmmm…yes.” Henry closed his eyes and savored it, as odd as it was.
“You know, Henry, this gives me an idea.”
…
“You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to,” Dean was speaking through the bathroom door at home. “I just thought it might be fun, is all.”
Henry looked at the lingerie in his hands. Lacy and light blue. This would do his growing body no favors, highlight only the worst parts of him. But Dean was asking….
“It’s fine,” he said. “Go to the bedroom so it’s a surprise.”
He unhooked the bra - what looked like the smallest cup available - and shrugged it onto his shoulders. Henry was very surprised that his breasts felt constrained by the padded cups - like it was too small. He loosened the straps and hooked it on the last set of eyelets - that helped a little bit, but the underwire still pressed tightly into him. He looked in the mirror. He was practically spilling out of it.
Next, the panties. He bent down and drew it over his thighs, which had gotten a little bit thicker. It would be hard to get them off again. He winced as the lacy mesh fabric pressed against his penis, finding relief only when he let the glans get some breathing room out of the side. He fussed and shifted for a few minutes, feeling his testicles with the tips of his fingers as he sought for more comfort. There were some fancy straps on the side, just decorative, that traced the curve of his belly. They connected to some snaps on the cup of the bra, almost like suspenders. But sexy, he supposed. Sexy on someone without his stomach. Henry self-consciously swiped a hand down his slight curvaceousness.
He was going to have to start running some more.
…
“Well, here I am…” Henry’s voice shook a little.
Sitting on the bed, Dean turned to face him and almost immediately grew stiff. The lingerie made Henry look so delicate - the bra and the panties were too small, Dean could see that right off. His estimations of Henry’s size were wrong. Henry was already too pregnant to fit comfortably inside of them.
Dean cleared his throat. “Looks good.”
Henry sighed and situated himself, standing between Dean’s open thighs. The small curve of his belly brushed against Dean’s hard cock.
“I feel too…fat for this,” he grabbed Dean’s hips with his hands. Dean responded by pulling Henry closer by the small of his back, sweeping the smaller man into his lap.
“You could never be too big for me.” And how big would the small Henry get? Like a watermelon in his belly? A beachball? He was sure Henry could feel the way Dean’s body was responding, and the thought made him harder.
Henry frowned up at him, breasts squished together, hand lightly laying on his belly. “Are you sure?”
Dean responded by turning and laying Henry on the bed, and Henry let Dean pose him like a doll. He propped his legs up on the sheets, and opened them wide. The straps that rounded over his little dome were straining, as was his cock inside the tight underwear. The back of the underwear was made of some delicate mesh.
“Let me prove it to you.” He drew himself over Henry on the bed, who looked up at him eagerly. Dean started cupping Henry’s straining cock, teasing it with the pressure of his palm. “Like that?”
“Yes,” Henry breathed, pressing upwards into Dean’s touch. Dean grabbed some handcuffs from the drawer and closed them around Henry’s wrists after looping them through the headboard. Henry was trying to maintain his dignity. He would take that away from him. Though, maybe there already wasn’t much there to begin with, unknowingly gestating a baby in his guts. Dean felt a confusing twinge of guilt, but continued anyway.
He grabbed Henry’s breasts over the cups, and Henry winced and moaned, but in a good way.
“Feels nice?”
“Yeah….that feels really good…”
Dean slipped his hands under the wire of the bra. “It looks really tight. Want me to let you out of it?”
“Hmm…yes.”
“You’ll have to earn it.” He lay a kiss on Henry’s neck, then his chest, then down his belly, stopping a moment to flick his tongue inside Henry’s belly button. And what lay beneath that belly button, Dean had put there.
“Hey, Dean, that tickles…” the blush of arousal was creeping up Henry’s neck. Dean responded by kissing beneath it, and then kissing the bulge of Henry’s genitalia crammed into the panties. Henry gave a little kick of his legs, a little gasp. He couldn’t move his arms…he was cracking.
He teased Henry. “Oh no, there’s these panties in the way….they look really tight, too.”
“Take them off? Please?”
“I don’t think so. I think I know another way inside.” Dean raised Henry’s hips up onto his naked lap, and pinched the fabric between his fingers. With a slight ripping motion, he tore open the back of the flimsy panties. Henry’s twitching anus was in full view.
“Oh please….please…” Henry was whimpering.
“I haven’t even started yet,” Dean mumbled around the three fingers he was sucking on. “You need to learn patience.” He took his fingers out of his mouth and started by circling Henry’s tight sphincter, preparing it for his cock. Henry’s anus was getting more flexible, more pliable. It had only been four months, and Henry’s body was already preparing to push out it’s secret contents. He had no idea what was hiding inside of him.
He pushed all three fingers inside at once, to test the flexibility. Henry mewled and gasped, wriggling in his grasp. “You like that?”
“Yes, yes, I like it….the underwear is tight…please take it off…”
“You have to earn it, remember?”
Dean gave a few more thrusts with his fingers, then lay Henry’s ass back onto the bed. He gave himself a few strokes, bringing himself almost to orgasm. He leaned forward, guiding his cock through the rips in the fabric, finding the soft and pliable target of Henry’s insides. Henry gasped and tried to squirm as Dean sheathed his full length into his guts. Dean savored the pressure, tight and hot, maybe even pulsing. Pulling him in deeper with each thrust. Henry was stuffed - full of baby, and full of Dean.
“Oh, oh my god,” Henry pulled at the handcuffs. “That’s so good…” He was breathing heavily, cock straining in the panties.
Dean started thrusting harder, and as Henry rocked with the thrusts, Dean started grabbing his small belly, smoothing it up and down. Seeing if he could feel what was inside yet.
“Oh, Dean, that’s not a good part of me,” Henry was red, but his cock was still hard.
“It’s beautiful,” Dean thrust again, and Henry gasped, thrusting his hips and belly upwards - the snaps released from the bra and flew to the sides. Henry’s belly was now naked, unrestrained. Dean came, his thrusts becoming less methodical before slipping out of Henry’s anus. He pulled the younger man’s ass cheeks apart, and looked at the slightly gaping hole.
“Push the cum out,” he commanded.
Henry flexed his abdominal wall as best he could with a hidden baby slowly splitting apart his muscles, bearing down and pulling his wrists against the handcuffs….only to leak little gushes. Small dribbles of Dean’s heavy load. The rest was lost inside of him, but it was no mystery where it went. Henry breathed heavily, belly going up, and down.
“Did I do good?” he gasped.
“You did perfectly,” Dean grabbed ahold of the small panties and pulled them slowly over Henry’s thighs. He undid the clasp of the bra. There were noticeable imprints left on Henry’s skin; circling the tops of his legs, the circumference of his gut, the underside of his breasts. Dean rubbed at the spots gently to make them disappear faster, Henry humming with pleasure while he did so.
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Henry was asleep. Dean was in his study. The glow of his computer was the only light in the room. Why was he starting to feel bad? Like a liar? It hadn’t been like this with any of the other men. He closed the video file he had just finished reviewing, John’s accelerated pregnancy and birth. Elise was right. It wasn’t that exciting when they weren’t awake for it. But the thought of someone going to sleep looking normal, and then awakening to the first pains of labor in the middle of the night - his cock responded.
He looked to the door. Henry was fast asleep. Dean pulled up his favorite file - Henry’s.
““No, please, please I need to go! I don’t feel good!” Henry was immobile on the bed, trapped by his belly.
“Shhh,” Elise said, grabbing a handful of his swollen breasts.
“Don’t - don’t touch them!”
“Don’t be shy, Mr. Felix. You know what they say - the best amount of breast is just enough to fit in a champagne glass.” Then she began to thrust and suck.
“Ohhhhhh…oh god…,” Henry was getting hard - when Elise made him come, he couldn’t breathe.
“There. That got you breathing, didn’t it, Mr. Felix? I’m so glad I could make you more comfortable.”
Then he was screaming again, grabbing himself, Elise situating him back into the stirrups.
“NO! NO, PLEASE!” he cried.
“Just checking your dilation Mr. Felix,” she turned her fist and he bucked his hips weakly in protest.
“Get it out, get out me! Get out of my ass!”
“You’re at ten centimeters. It’s time to start pushing in earnest,” that smile was back on her face again. Henry grabbed the railing and screamed. Elise put her hands on the top of his low, low belly, to feel. He pushed his heels against the stirrups in agony.
“It fucking burns!” he sobbed. “Please, please, I’m so scared, make it stop Dr. Tallis, I’ll do anything!”
“Just push, Mr. Felix. Breathe and push.”
“Oohoooooohh….oh…AH…! Noo….!”
“That’s it,” Elise massaged his belly, moving in time with his contractions. “Keep going, keep pushing.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Henry screamed. “MOM! MOM! MOM, I’M SORRY, JUST PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!” His last word was drawn out in a loud halting sob. “STOP! STOP!”
The baby cried in Elise’s arms. Henry sobbed, hands hiding his face a few moments before he grabbed his still-swollen middle, feet still in the stirrups. “Oh…”
“That would be the afterbirth, Mr. Felix. The placenta. I’ll be over to attend to you shortly. Your daughter is healthy and passing all her tests with flying colors.”
“I don’t have a daughter,” he slurred, looking minutes away from complete oblivion.
“Oh…! OH!”
Elise looked up from her station and hurried over to her patient.
“You haven’t delivered the afterbirth,” she muttered to herself, palpating him. “Hmmm…”
“What?” he gasped, gripping the sides of the bed, clearly in pain.“What’s wrong?”
Elise whipped out the ultrasound machine, pressing the sensor to Henry’s flesh.
“There’s another one.”
“Another what?”
“Another baby - you’re having twins, Mr. Felix,” she grew serious. “But there’s a problem.”
“W-what?” he strained with the contraction.
“Ohh…,” he moaned as she rubbed the gel into his skin. Elise played with Henry a little, tugged at his belly button. The heartbeat was very faint on the audio.
“Going strong. But the baby needs to be turned. It’s on it’s shoulder.”
“Shoulder?”
Dr. Tallis turned off the machine and turned to him, “Brace yourself, Mr. Felix. This might cause you some discomfort.”
“What are you going to do?” His voice wavered. “OHHHH!”
She grabbed both sides of his belly with that contraction.“STOP!” he screamed, his voice hoarse. “STOP! IT HURTS!”
“Applying fundal pressure,” she said, obscuring the good views of Henry’s belly. But his kicking, straining, gasping limbs were easy to see. He was distressed.
“STOP! I’M NOT HAVING A CONTRACTION!”
“We need to get it out as soon as possible.”
Henry looked overwhelmed by the physical sensations of birth.
“That’s it! Push! Good boy! Excellent! He’s here!” And Henry’s head lolled to the side, unconscious.
Dean wiped the cum off of his lap and closed the file. How long were they going to get away with this? Would Henry make it the full nine months without realizing what Dean had put inside of him? He felt bad. But he felt excited, too. Henry was going to do that again, and because Dean had stuck it in him. God, he needed help.
Request 378: can i request something about a woman being creeped on by her new step brother but she thinks he’s gross and a perv, and one night while both are staying at their parents house for college winter break or something she gets super drunk and he gets her to fuck him and gets her pregnant? bonus points if he’s super handsy with her while shes pregnant, and bonus bonus points if he makes jokes about “coparenting with his sister” that she doesn’t like
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It was winter break. Snow was falling outside, the fire was crackling, and I was at home with my creepy stepbrother. I don’t often come home, and neither does he, so this really was an annoying occurrence. I’m 19, he’s 22. I study law, he barely studies: he’s on a sports scholarship.
“Want a drink, Eva?” He called from the kitchen.
“Sure.” I responded. I needed something to get me through the night.
He entered wearing nothing but a towel, carrying a beer and a wine. He paused before handing it to me: “Your tits are looking awesome tonight.”
“Thanks. You do know I’m your step-sister right?”
“Psh, really Eva? We’re not blood related. We could totally ba-“
“I’m not interested.”
“Sweet as” he said, sitting down on the couch beside me. “Let me know if you change your mind.”
We watched TV. I downed a glass pretty quickly. He went and filled it up again. I drank it.
“Jeez, your drinking it like it’s water tonight. Another?” He asked. I nodded.
He stood, his towel falling away as he did. I was given a view of his stuff as cheeks.
“Oh shit.” He turned, giving me a full view of his cock dangling between his muscular thighs. His abs were looking solid above his thick cock. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, Tom” I said, expecting him to pick up the towel quickly.
“Oh, you’re alright with me being naked? Cool. We’ll I’m cool with you being naked too.” He said, and left the room to fetch my wine. I looked at my phone. Our parents aren’t back for at least five hours.
When he entered with my wine, his cock was semi-hard. He stood too close to me, and handed me the wine. Just before he gave it to me, he jolted, and the red liquid flew out of the cup, all down my white shirt. Fuck. I was very drunk by this time.
Tom picked up his towel, and dabbed my breasts with it. “Shit, sorry Eva.”
He groped my tits, and his cock stiffened. Gross.
“I’m going to go have a shower” I stated. I stood, and wobbled my way to the stairs. Great escape Eva.
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It was nice to feel the hot water on me. The wine washed off my skin easily. I stood in the hot water for a moment. Then I heard the door open, and before I knew it, Tom stepped into the shower.
“Tom- please just get-“ I began.
He pretended to slip, and grabbed onto my hips from behind.
“Jeez, that was lucky. I nearly died” he stated, stepping closer. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. “Sorry about ruining your shirt Sis, let me know if I can make it up to you somehow.”
He gripped my hips firmer, pulling me back towards him.
“There’s no way im going to do anything with you Tom.”
He laughed. “I know Eva: my cock’s too big for your mouth, let alone your pussy. I wasn’t expecting anything.”
Fuck I hated this guy. “I could absolutely take your cock- I’m not going to because I am your -“
“Nah Eva, you couldn’t even fit my head in your mouth.” He interrupted.
Fuck this. I turned to face him, got on my knees, grabbed his cock, and put my lips around it. He was thick, and it was a bit of a stretch, but it gave me a good sense of satisfaction.
“Oh Woah! Look at you, sis! You proved me wrong!” He said, and put a hand to the back of my head, cradling me while he rolled his hip. His cock slipped to the back of my throat, and then back up. He thrust several times, before pulling his cock from my lips. “Do you reckon you could take me in your pussy too?”
Looking back on it, I was drunk, and horny, and my next sentence was an absolute mistake: “ Get a condom and meet me in your bedroom”.
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Tom’s bedroom is full of sports posters, topless girls, and cars. He was lying on the bed, massaging his cock into a condom when I entered. He was lying facing upwards. I climbed onto him, straddling him.
“Fuck, your tits look even Berger from down here.”
I took his cock in one hand, and guided it into me. His cockhead was thicker than anything I’d taken in my pussy before.
“Fuuuuck, you’re so tight Eva.” He moaned. I lowered myself onto his dick. He was fully inside me. He was right, it did feel tight.
He took hold of my hips, and I massaged his muscular pectorals, and he started to thrust. It was amazing. I could feel every vein and rib of his dick. I cried out. He fuck faster, hammering his cock into me. My tits jumping and jiggling with each impact.
Ten minutes later, I felt his cock engorge, and then pulse inside me. Exhausted, I fell beside him on the bed, panting. I turned to him, looking him in the face. He leant in and kissed me. Then I noticed a hot drip on my inner thigh. I sat up suddenly, looking to his cock. A broken condom was sitting uselessly around the base of his wet cock. Shit. I put a hand to my pussy, where his jizz was leaking out of me. Fuck.
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I hated sitting at the head of the table. In front of me, the table of my closest friends and family was gathered while Tom stumbled his way through a speech.
“Please stand up Eva.” He said. With a puff, I hefted my body up. He pulled up my shirt to reveal my stretchmarked swollen gut. “This is what we’re all gathered here to celebrate. My darling sister, and her darling baby.”
Tom put a hand on my belly, massaging it gently. “Now, even thought we might not know who the father is exactly, it’s important to remember that we are all here for you Eva, and I’m really looking forwarding to co-parenting with my radiant sister.”
Much to my disgust, he kept going, his hand on my exposed belly. “As some of you may know, we had a scan today, and it is my duty to announce the results.”
This was a bit exciting, Tom had wanted to reveal this part, and I was just glad that he was staying out of the limelight so far, not even claiming to be the father.
“It gives me great pleasure to announce that Eva is currently expecting aaaaaaaaa BOY!” The table burst into applause. I’d kind of been hoping for a girl, but I guess it doesn’t really matter.
The applause subsided. “But that’s not all” continued Tom, “because this little boy is bringing his brother along with him.”
Tom looked me in the eyes excitedly: “We’re having twins!”
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I quit my study as I entered the third trimester: it was just too much to cart my Enormous belly around campus, and the baby brain was laying on thick.
Tom was overjoyed that I was taking more time to rest. He was sure that he could cover the cost of our new rental property through his player income: he’d just been signed on by a big team.
Last night we had a dinner with all the other players and their wives. It was bizzare how many of the women around the table were with child. The coach apparently has a “happy wife, happy life” mantra. As part of that mantra he believes that no woman is happy until she’s had four kids. Right in front of me the coach directly asked Tom about how quickly he wanted to knock me up again after I gave birth.
Request #364.5 It was a simple bet, swallow a slime egg whole. That was the easy part for the adventurer. Little did he know, slimes are quite hearty creatures. months later, all he can do is hope at leased one of his traveling companions have enough sympathy for the mess they got him into to help get the damn thing out!
author’s note: i am so sorry.
CW: light gore, humiliation, fisting, fantasy slurs —-
The adventurer knew he shouldn’t have given in to the goading of his half-orc companion, but when the rest of their small guild was chanting him on, how could he resist disappointing them and breaking up the fun?
The group of seven had been in that dungeon for a few days at that point, vanquishing monsters and pocketing the loot. Even though they were tired, questing was their lifeblood, and they kept going further in the dungeons by patting each other on the backs and telling jokes to keep going. At one point, deep in the dungeons, they finally came across the slime’s spawning place. Little slimy eggs covered the floors and the walls, and at first they had fun squishing them under their heavy boots. That is, until the Thodar decided to dare the one human in their group.
“Hey, Soft-skin, catch.” Thodar tossed one of the slimy eggs to his human companion.
“Don’t call that. You’re half-human too you know,” The adventurer rolled his eyes. He caught the slimy egg in his hand and raised an eyebrow at his companion.
“Eat it.” Thodar dared.
“Or what?” The adventurer asked.
“Or you’re a coward with no knees.” Their other companions oohed at Thodar’s ultimatum and looked excitedly at the adventurer.
“Well then, looks like the blacksmith will have to forge new genouillere.” Being new to the guild and the only human, the adventurer gave in. He wanted to prove he was one of the group. So, he swallowed it whole. It was slippery and warm going down, almost too big for his throat. Even if he had impressed them with his unflinching resolve to take the dare, they laughed at him when he gagged at it going down.
The incident, so small and insignificant, wouldn’t remain that way for long to the adventurer.
At first, his stomach was just unsettled. He assumed it was just because his body wasn’t used to digesting slime, but he wouldn’t dare ask the group’s medic for willow bark if it meant more teasing. So, he simply ignored it. It took a few days for the nausea to abate, but the sinking, heavy feeling in his stomach never went away.
Weeks went by, and the guild was still traveling, selling their loot for gold and spending the gold at inns. They guzzled down beer and bread, and soon the adventurer started to suspect their celebratory feasts were beginning to leave their mark. His stomach, once flat and muscular, began to carry a bit of a fleshy gut. Oh well, his armor still hid it. That is, until, it didn’t, and he had to stop by an armorer and spend his share of the coin on alterations.
Soon enough, the guild members began to tease him about it, poking at his belly when commenting on how ravenously he ate around their campfires. Human’s bodies are known to fluctuate over their short lives, so he still just ignored it. That is, until he went bathing in a creek bed and noticed the simple ale-gut he thought he had wasn’t just so. It was too round, too pronounced, with red stretch marks creeping around its sides and blending in with his battle scars. The firmness of it wasn’t simple fat, when he poked it his finger would spring back up. The heft of it as well had been altering his gait. Looking down at the still water, he realized he couldn’t see his own face in the reflection past his own stomach. By the Goddess Ehlonna, he looked like a pregnant mother entering her final month.
His guildmates, bathing alongside him, seemed to notice too.
“I thought only human females whelped your young,” Carine, their dire wolf companion, commented. She lapped the creek water with judgemental eyes on the human.
“They do,” Yalvisi, their elvish medic, said. “Tell me, round-eared, have you been a girl this whole time?”
The human adventurer turned away from his companions and began to pull his underclothes back on. When he got them they had been loose, with ties to put them into place. But now his stomach was exposed to the breeze underneath them.
He stormed off that night and sulked. The next morning, their adventure went on, with the teasing comments increasing in frequency.
More weeks went by, and the jokes became more vicious. His stomach continued to expand, and his former fighter’s body had become center-heavy and hard to maneuver. He was missing swings, finding it impossible to run, and had near insurmountable difficulty fastening his armor.
One day, after crossing some bandits and getting into a scuffle, the adventurer couldn’t fight them off like the rest of his guild members could. He was huffing, out of breath, and knocked onto his backside. Even after the fight was over, he had exceeding difficulty getting up.
“Ah, the young mother needs help.” Thodar teased, before grabbing the human companion by the shoulder and roughly bringing him to his feet.
“Don’t call me that.” The adventure protested, but still out of breath and balance. He had to cup a hand under his stomach to regain balance.
“Don’t fret, dear,” Yalvisi patted his stomach as she walked by, “It’s not good for the babies.”
The guild erupted into laughter and walked further down the path, not waiting for their human companion to catch up. As his middle continued to grow, they had begun to joke as if he was a poor, helpless mother due any day. He certainly did look like it. Since that day at the creek, his center had grown three times in size. Questing, fighting, and looting was impossible in his current state, now his role in the guild was to wait by the dungeon’s entrance for his companions to return and watch their supplies.
When he thought he couldn’t grow any more, that his skin couldn’t stretch any further, or that he couldn’t handle any more weight, his middle continued to grow. The stretch marks were red and angry, covering his hard-won battle scars. His arms, long and strong, were not able to reach each other’s fingertips at the apex of his roundness. He would find it difficult to catch breath doing anything anymore, panting around the campfire as his lungs were being pushed out of their space to breathe.
He wouldn’t tell his guild, but he was afraid. Sometimes, he could feel something churn and gurggle inside him. A parasite was clearly the cause of this growth and suffering, but he had no clue what to do about it, and his scraps of pride left kept him from asking their medic for help.
One night, he was at his wit’s end. Earlier that day he was having flashes of pain in his midsection, which only kept getting worse and more dire. This thing would be the death of him, and he was ready to drown himself in a river if that’s what it took to keep this monster from continuing to take over his body. The rest of his guild was sleeping, drunk on mead they had brought back from the nearby town and refused to share with him. With great difficulty, he walked himself into the woods. He was hanging on trees, nearly falling to his knees from the heft and the horrifying pain that ripped through him. He found himself shouting and kneeling at points, his body instinctively tensing up through the pains.
Eventually, the human adventurer got to the river, but couldn’t find the strength to throw himself in.
“What are you doing?” A loud voice spoke behind the human. Thodar was watching the human adventurer writhe in pain all day, and had followed him into the woods.
“Dying, what does it look like?” The human spat out, he then screwed up his face as another flash of pain raked his body. He screamed and ripped the grass out from under his hands. His midsection was on fire, his muscles clamping down on something that refused to come out, his back end was a tight ring of fire.
Thodar came forward to him and knelt down. “What’s going on?” Even if he liked to tease and bully, he didn’t want to see his fellow adventurer die in such a way.
“It’s trying to kill me!” The human adventure screamed. “Get this fucking thing out of me!!!”
Thodar came over and spread apart the human’s legs. “I could cut it out of you, but I have a feeling this thing has its escape plan in progress.”
Suddenly, the human felt Thodar’s thick fingers go right up his asshole, he winced at the dry ripping feeling they gave from going in with no lubrication.
They prodded around, stretching the human open roughly, and as Thodar went deeper he found what he was looking for. “That’s it.” He felt something slippery and wet, and clearly not human. He pulled his fingers out, and in the moonlight the human adventurer saw the half-orc ball up a fist. His face melted in horror as Thodar smirked and said “Get ready for this.”
The human had no time to prepare, and he screamed again as the full, meaty fist of the half-orc was shoved up his tight entrance dry, his rings must have cut his inner walls because the wet, hot feeling of blood and the scent of iron began to leak out of him. Before he could say anything or comprehend the pain he was feeling, the orc’s fist opened up inside of him, and he felt Thodar’s hand grasp around inside him, then a tugging sensation as it latched onto what it was looking for.
Again, with no warning, Thodar’s first was ripped out of his entrance, traumatizing it both ways. And clutched in his fist was the rubbery, green end of something still pulling on his insides.
“Is-is that-?!” The human exclaimed.
“A slime? Yup.” Thodar wrangled the moving, gelatinous creature he had balled in his hands. “You didn’t swallow that egg whole did you?”
The human didn’t answer. It seems that he obviously had, but not wanting to admit to his mistake was not the reason he didn’t answer. No, now that the creature inside of him felt like it was being attacked, it was trying to fight back. It was thrashing around inside him, his stomach shifted in shape and rapidly expanded and shrunk in size.
“Shit,” Thodar pulled on the creature again, “Can’t let this slippery bastard get away.” With one strong fist Thodar continued to wrench the creature out with one hand, and with his other he pressed painfully and harshly down on the human adventurer’s belly. “You might want to push, that would help end this sordid ordeal faster.”
So, like they had many times before, the human adventurer and his half-orc companion vanquished an enemy together. Unlike many times before, it was in the most disgusting and personally invasive way they could ever imagine. The human screamed and pushed as Thodar pulled the creature out from inside of him, both became covered in residual slime, the creature kept trying to force its way back in, and in the end the human adventure was left with a gaping, bleeding back entrance thoroughly defiled by Thodar and the creature, and a deflated stomach of angry red skin.
At the end of it, Thodar threw the creature into the river, as he didn’t have his flame sword to kill it. “Let’s hope that’s all of it.” He wiped the human’s blood and residual slime off on his pants.
“All of it?” The human adventurer lay in the grass, too tired and full-body throbbing to move.
“Yeah. If any of that is still inside you, we’ll just have to do this again in a few months.” Thodar had an almost pleased grin as he looked down at the human in the grass. “You should’ve just admitted you have no knees.”
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i warned you
alto again. so yeah this not like my other writings for this blog, no fluff or love or cute babies just brutual fisting and hyperpreg. i was in a Mood. hope some off y'all enjoyed it tho! it was fun to crack out in like, an hour.
