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van1llam1lkk · 6 months

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Kinktober Finale ; Monster Fucking

[ nsfw | CW ; Inhuman anatomy (Diphallia + Prehensile Penis ) , Technically Futa, Stomach Bulge, Dubcon, cream pies, Erisa isn't human, hand job, cream pie, facial, minor overstimulation, condescending tone, God complex, 'Making it fit', Reader is a bit of a pervert ]

Female x GN!Reader

a/n ; Sorry for not posting for like- two weeks, I accidentally started fixating on TADC and was too busy making self-indulgent fics with my silly OCS...

WC; 1.9k

Synopsis — It's recently come to your knowledge that Erisa has tried to cast away her sexual desires. But her neediness for intimacy and growing sexual frustration is starting affect her, and you're more than eager to help her out.

She thought she got rid of this feeling.

She did try so hard, to bury those vile disgusting thoughts in the darkest part of her mind. So that one day she may permanently forget what it felt like to feel so human.

Trying to Satiate the bubbling emotions with the metallic taste of your blood on her tongue.

but it never would be enough she knew that the moment she decided to cast away her humanity.

So maybe that's why she doesn't feel as guilty as she should watching you settle yourself in between her thighs. Warm hands caressing her abnormally cool skin to nudge her already wide-spread legs wider.

Prior to this you spent the entire week bothering her, promising over and over again that you wouldn't break and whatnot. She didn't really believe you, she still doesn't actually- Any devote follower of hers would spout the same thing if in your shoes.

But the idea of savouring those lost desires even if for one last time was enough to have her willingly spreading her legs apart for you.

She supposes it isn't bad, it could've been worse. And to have sex for the first time in centuries with you is definitely ideal.

She's brought out of her personal thoughts when you call her name, pretty eyes staring up at her.

"Erisa?" You murmur staring at the deity, mild confusion etched into your voice.

White eyes flickered to your own, her head slightly tilting. "Yes dear?"

"You have two..?" You start trailing off into silence as the realization slowly hit you. Erisa doesn't respond, or even offer any sort acknowledgment for that matter.

"It's impolite to stare." She finally says, leaning back into the plush cushions of the couch that was just a little too small for her size.

You shake your head, trying to clear the growing fog in your brain. "'M sorry, didn't mean to stare." You start but you're quickly shushed by the large hand pressing against the back of your skull.

In your defense— It's a not really a common thing to have two semi-hard dicks pressed firmly up against your cheek. With a little force you manage to pull your head back, a shaky hand grabbing at one.

Sticky and warm, that's probably the best way to describe it. It very obviously didn't behave like a human penis, nor did it really look like one— Tapered tip that's leaking precum, and barely any real details other than it's girth and the sheen coating its length.

You give a small tug, watching with mild interest at the way pushed and squeezed against your fingers. You turn your attention to Erisa, whose breathing heavily— If she actually had blood you're sure she'd be blushing right now.

Shifting your position slightly you move your other hand up to lightly tease the second one, slowly grinding your palm against the thick appendage. "F-fuck, is this good?" You mumbled, eyes flickering up to the deity who was too busy bucking her hips into your hands to care about answering your question.

A shaky exhale leave you, sure there were moments when you'd see Erica's composure falter. But most of the time you'd barely be conscious— Or too focused on the burning sensation on your shoulder to really notice how loose she was becoming.

but this? This was something else, drool leaking from her lips nails digging into the plush material that sank beneath her while her two other arms sat on her spread thighs, as if she was unsure what to do with herself. it was almost cute

Just the sight alone was enough to make you set a steady pace, pumping your hand along both shafts feeling the way they throbbed and pulsed, the wet squelching sound every time your hand slid up Her length filling the air.

"Mhf… You're hands are so—…" Her words start leaving her as heavy pants, as she gives a small thrust up into your hand.

"Shit so soft—" She stammered out, sharp nails that were digging into the fabric finally giving out and tearing.

Her hips mindlessly buck into your hands, her deep breathing be coming shaky and uneven with each passing moment.

You never felt so turned on in your life.

A low moan leaving her with an open mouth and eyes fluttering shut. You can tell you're close, but there's really no way for you to tell if she is or not.

Although, the way her hips are moving and thrusting into your hands in time with your stroking suggests yes.

A small tug on the base of her shaft causes a low rumble to leave her chest.

With a delighted moan she pushes her hips up against your hands, reaching one hand down to grab at one of your wrist and pulling your hand towards her to match a feverishly quick pace.

She hums, eyes fluttering shut as her hips buck and grinds her crotch against your hand, and in response your own eyes squeeze shut, so that the warm spurts of cum falling all over your face and hands doesn't get into them.

Your tongue absentmindedly coming out to lick the creamy substance off your lips. "F-fuck that's a lot of cum." You mumbles wiping your face clean with your sleeves, when you do finally take a peek at Erisa she's already grabbing you up from your position on the floor.

Impatiently pulling the silky fabric off and tossing it to the side so she's able to sit you on her lap. Grinding her already hardening cock against your pussy, "Your so tiny... You'd probably just break from just one cock." She muses, lifting you up slightly so her tip aligned with your sloppy hole.

You'd half expected her to ease you onto it, gentle and caring like you weren't be having like an absolute brat this past month just to into this position. But you'd notice her loosening grip far too late, especially once she got the first inch in. Letting gravity do the rest to pull you down onto her.

"Fuck!-" You gasp out, heavy pants leaving as she finally bottoms out, pussy walls twitching and clenching around her from the sudden fullness you felt in your tummy. You'd probably be in shock right now if it weren't for the same burning sensation of your insides stretching keeping you up and awake.

"Shit— S-shit so deep." You stammer out, hands clawing at her own that had firmly held your waist. Slowly she lifted you up, every single inch she pulled out feeling like it's pulling at your insides to before she dropped you back down.

" Ha.." She hummed pleasantly, savoring how you twitched around her. Her hand sliding over to your stomach, lightly pressing down on the bulge "See that little lamb? That's how deep I am, I wonder if you can feel me in your tummy..." She hums lifting you back up,

"Mmh I can feel your stomach fluttering." She adds with a pleased hum rolling her hips up into yours forcing out a broken moan from your throat.

It takes everything in you not to come right there, the tightening sensation in your pussy overwhelming your mind.

"So, cute..." She adds as an afterthought, fingers trailing over a familiar mark on your abdomen before going back down to your waist. "How does it feel? Being filled up like a common whore, like you're nothing more than a classless concubine?"

Your stomach churned at her words, your much smaller fingers gripping at her own. Loud, wet smacks filled the air, yourself wae hips bucking into hers as she picked up her pace, plunging into your pussy and grinding against your insides.

It doesn't take long before she found a steady pace, wet squelches filling the air, mutterings of praise that you couldn't even properly register.

"Ha-ah, fuck, fuck Eri —!" You stammer out, struggling to keep your voice down as she grinds into you, slick and what you could only assume was precum covering your thighs and leaking down into the couch that you were sure would break with the way it's creaking.

Your eyes flutter shut as you find yourself teetering over the edge, it would be so easy to just succumb to the pleasure. "Ngh, I'm gonna...!"

You're warning is cut short by a needy whine, and the your body stiffening. Twitching under the full weight of your orgasm, your quivering body fall back onto her. Long ragged breaths leave you as you ride out your orgasm.

It takes a good few minutes for you to even register that she's pushed you into a new position eyes too glossy and mind too fogged with list to even notice your back was in the couch till you felt two large hands push your thighs up to your chest.

"God you're Pathetic" She mumbles under her breath, "All wet for me, gripping me like you actually deserve my Cum." She teased, but you couldn't help but feel like she believes it's true in some sense. Maybe it was the way she bullied her cock back into your used, sensitive hole. Not noticing or just choosing not to care the way you squirmed in the slightly uncomfortable position.

"Don't start acting like that now, weren't you begging me to fuck you stupid? The entire. fucking. Month." She mocked, chuckling when you'd only whimper in response.

"So be a good pet— Let this God fuck you." She panted, punctuating her words with a harsh thrust of her hips. With the mating press she'd force your body into, it felt like you could've torn in half— Your lingering orgasm providing no help on easing the sensation. The way the tip nudged against every nook and cranny inside of you, slightly squirming inside of you as she slammed her hips up and down— making it feel like she's dragging your insides in and out of you.

"Hmm— Ahmm..." She hums, white eyes fluttering open to rest on your own tear filled ones. A small smile forming on her lips. The sensation of something wriggling inside of you and twisting and shifting, filling your womb with its warm mass— it's new position wasn't enough to cause discomfort but it was unbearable enough to have you crying beneath her.

Overstimulation and the fullness getting to your lust-hazed mind. " Beg, beg for your goddess cum. Beg me to make you my personal breeding cow." She rambled hips stuttering into you, the second cock that wasn't inside of you grinding and sliding up against your ass glossy with precum and slick and whatever else was coming from where your hips connected with hers.

You felt like you were burning— every single inch of your body was screaming for you to wither away under her. Sensitive bundle of nerves only being grinded against and played with. Poorly string together words flee your mouth, the only sensible lines being

"Please, please." "Please fuck me— Please, I need it." coupled with a breathy moan.

The only warning you got was the stuttering in her hips before she pushed you further down, hands holding onto your hips tightly so she could bury herself as deeply as possible into your cunny.

You weren't sure where the sudden feeling of a tight knot bursting came from, but with how much cum seemed to flood your pussy— Pearly white spurting from your pussy and flowing down onto the couch beneath you.

She pulls off of you, mostly, to let your legs comfortably fall back down.

"Shit— hey, hey Darlin'... don't pass out me now, I still have more to give ya'" whispered rocking her hips against you gently. hand squeezing your neck lightly, but your vision had already blurred by then.

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van1llam1lkk · 7 months

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Little Lamb

[ sfw | TW ; Size difference, Erisa isn't a human, Sexual undertones, Descriptions of Violence, Power Imbalance, Cult implications, Brief mention of terrorism, general Yandere content]

Double post today cause I forgot to post yesterday

Female Yandere x GN reader

If Erisa were to be honest, she didn’t have a clue what humans were on about. With their constant talk and inconsistent morals— They just seemed so strange and confusing.

And so it just frustrates her when she has to deal with one, maybe if she were in their shoes their attitude towards her would make more sense. As she gets the sense that maybe not everyone is used to seeing a 12' giant adorned with four arms.

But that reason did little to ease her annoyance, not only were you people inconsistent, annoying, and chatty. But you were so unreasonably easy to persuade. In most cases, she didn't even have to do much, as her 'lovely' followers would willingly commit terrorism without the promises of wealth, motivated purely by the want to be acknowledged by their goddess.

So when she first met you, all wide-eyed and nervous, unsure if you should be grateful to be in her presence or scared — Like the many followers before you. She expected to be anything but infatuated with you. Finding your discomfort around her cute in a strange sense, like a sweet, little lamb.

So when you tried applying your insignificant little Human values onto her, a being who had literally witnessed the American Revolution she couldn't help but snicker.

Really, it wasn’t her fault that she found such a small being like yourself absurdly cute. So fragile and tiny that it would take practically no effort for her to hold you down, despite your constant struggles and cries.

Of course, She'd never do anything against your will— unless she wanted to, But that's gotta count for something!

The urge within her was undeniable—a longing to cradle your fragile being against her cool, divine skin, sheltered beneath the folds of her Yukata, where none but her hands could touch you. And the fact that you were unaware of her thoughts, both violent and provocative ones and the great amount of effort she puts in so she doesn't act on them drove her crazy. She felt more like a dog in heat than a divine being when it came to you.

She tilts her head in response as you talked about your day, her attention being feigned as she wasn't paying attention to a single word you were saying. Your hands work behind your back to tie the apron neatly around your waist, You were making something — A tiramisu if she remembered correctly, she never understood why humans were so delicate that they needed a consistent supply food to survive.

When she first made an impression on your species it definitely confused her how often her followers needed to eat. Often complaining when there isn't enough food despite eating five hours ago.

As she watched you work, her eyes trailed down from your face to your hands. They were so fragile, so easily breakable. It would be so easy to snap your fingers one by one, to see the look on your face as your pain muddled in with your rising fear.

She wanted to savor every inch of you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a memory of what once was. She could practically taste your fear from that one possibility, your heart racing faster and faster with each passing moment as human instinct pushed you to try to fight for your life.

But as much as she wanted to indulge in her fantasies, Erisa knew that she couldn't. Not yet, at least. It's been awhile since someone as pretty as you came into her grasp and she didn't want to so carelessly throw it away. And so she continued to sit there on the plush floor mats, listening to your meaningless chatter and enjoying the way your body moved as you worked.

Eventually, you finished your task and turned to face her, a smile on your face. Erisa returned it, though her mind was elsewhere. Setting the plate down onto the tray and taking your seat next to her she watches you eat with mild interest, absentmindedly nodding her head and agreeing with everything you were saying as you chatted.

Her gaze occasionally dropping towards your lips, a habit of hers she'll never truly understand. She wasn't sure if her way of releasing these pent-up thoughts was just by being a degenerate. Acting so filthy like the damned humans she herself detested, but the imagery of having you sitting atop her thigh— Whispering sweet nothings against your ears as large hands hold your waist steady, wasn't something she entirely hated the idea of.

Stretching out her arms — careful to not hit your head, she stands up, her second pair of arms dusting off her robe as she announced she'd be leaving to deal with some business.

It was a blatant lie, but you didn't need to know that. And as much as she doesn't wanna leave you, seeing the hint of disappointment in your eyes whenever she leaves you makes up for it. Doe eyes staring up at her with brows slightly furrowed in frustration at her insistence to work —If only you knew it was just an excuse to get away from you before she did something stupid. but despite your frustration you still with that sweet tone of yours bid her farewell.

She swears your an angel sent from the heavens themselves. A blessing only meant to be received by her own four hands.

And to think that you were wholly hers— Truly a testament.

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van1llam1lkk · 7 months

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Bloodstained lips

[ sfw | TW ; Coercion, CNC but can be seen as dubcon, Prey and Predator Dynamic, Implied Sexual Content, Violence, Degradation, Erisa isn't human, hunting, Size Difference, Some groping, biting, Some aftercare, Inhuman Anatomy, Blood, General Yandere Content]

Female Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader

No post Thursday.... Doing kinktober,,, 2k words and 'm not done

Erisa never got why you were so interesting to be around, sure you were cute, sweet, naive, always talking as if she actually cared about what you're saying.

But she thinks what drawn her to you the most was how human you were. Even though you tried your best, there are still times she can see that anxiety building up in the back of your mind any time she stands to her full height, fighting back prey instincts to run away from her because even then— You both knew she'd catch you.

She always did, and this time wasn't different.

Your breath was fast and hot against her unusually cold skin. Wide eyes peered up at hers as your body squirmed under her grip. Her long pointed nails dug into your arms where she had forced them down. The aroma of fear mixed with sweat wafted through the air as she moved closer.

Rather than causing harm, Erisa let out a gentle chuckle as she pressed her lips against your earlobe and murmured "Calm down little one - I would never hurt you...unless I wanted to."

You can feel the warmth spreading across your face intensified as you attempted to wriggle away — But compared to her towering form you couldn't escape her grasp. She tightened her hold as she continued to tease you, warm breath tickling down your neck.

You turned away from her and clamped your eyes shut in hopes of avoiding eye contact.

"So tiny..." She crooned softly, Her third arm reaching up to cup your face. "So vulnerable," She whispered, cheeks squeezing together so that your mouth was shaped into an 'O'. "So easy to kill."

"I could probably snap your neck right now if I wanted to..." she mused, imagining the scene in her mind. The look of fear, betrayal, shock permanently etched onto your face— what a sight to behold.

Her hand moved down from your face to your chest, skimming over the fabric of your shirt.

Erisa trailed her fingers across your chest partially admiring the size of her palm compared to your abdomen. You swore you could feel shivers running through as her coolness touched your warmth. You knew you felt something other than fear too—something animalistic and carnal.

She too seemed to sensed the shift in your emotions and grinned, sharp teeth shining ever so slightly. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered huskily. "You like when I use you for my own wants 'n needs." Teasingly, she tugged at your shirt until it came off with a sharp rip.

A combination of a laugh and a sigh escaped Erisa's lips before leaning close and tasting you for the first time. She dragged her freakishly long tongue down your neck, leaving traces of saliva behind. You stifled a whimper and squeezed your thighs together as her tongue continued its journey.

She eventually pulls back with an amused smirk, taking in the sight of your flushed, tear stained face and glistened skin.

"Beautiful," she breathes softly, her head close to your collarbone as she inhales deeply.

"Mmm, you smell amazing— I'm sorry love, but I don't want to drag this out today." These were the only words that issued warning before her teeth sunk themselves into your flesh.

A sharp cry escapes you, pain radiating from where her canines pierced through your skin. The heat of it spreads down your neck like a wildfire. You squirm in her grip, trying and failing to push her away.

After an agonizing minute that felt like hours, she pulled away, leaving behind red stains against her teeth.

Adoringly, she places little kisses along each tooth mark, licking at it and sucking the pooled blood off her tongue with a content hum. The cool sensation of her lips against your burning marks creates a strange duality — washes away the pain moment by moment, replacing it with an ever-present throbbing that intensifies whenever Erisa becomes more adventurous and prods gently the bite wound to make it bleed anew.

"You treat me so well—" she murmurs in between kisses, swallowing thickly.

"Oh I'll praise your name until the heavens are forced to look down upon us and watch." Her voice rambles on in an almost poetic fashion as her fingers tighten around you; the arms holding yours down digging into your forearms slightly while the other two grasps at your waist firmly pressing you against her own body.

"A lamb condemned to slaughter—and by my hands no less—" She continues blathering, taking long licks along the bite marks.

It was bizarre — For someone that was usually so calm and composed unraveling the second seemed to unravel as soon as a drop of your blood touched her lips. You felt her grip relax, and she pulled away, looking sated.

Gently, she lifted you onto her lap. It was hard to believe this was the same creature who'd convince you to let her hunt you, pin you to the ground, and had almost taken a chunk of flesh out of you. She ran her hand through your hair with surprising tenderness, humming softly, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears.

She smiled at how woozy you were from the blood loss. "Little sheep?" she then asked in a quiet voice, lightly tapping your cheek to get your attention.

"We should do this again."

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