#monsterfuckers rejoice
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You know what fine I’ll say it: the way Bowser tilts Luigi’s chin up with a claw in the trailer?
Kinda 🍒🍊🍌 ✨fruity✨🍏🫐🍇
#mario movie#bowser#luigi#bowser x luigi#I’m sorry for posting this on main#they’re so cute#and I never considered it until now but fuck it they’re homosexuals your honour#anyway now I’m excited for this movie#those cute bowuigi comics got me on this train and this trailer is only speeding it up#monsterfuckers rejoice
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Staring at Galian Beast in the enemy intel and noticing he's got belt thigh straps like he's some fuckin hoyoverse character
#i know vincent has the belt thigh straps too but its for his gun holster so galian has NO NEED for the sexy thigh straps#monsterfuckers rejoice#also i hate the weird little crotch protrusion that looks like he has a sawblade for a dick jfnfkcnfkxn#they made galian SO FUCKABLE. once again. monsterfuckers rejoice#everything ive been saying about rebirth the past couple days is just about vincent now lmao#can you blame me? i love him and im busy doing sidequest stuff so i dont have much else to talk about lol#maybe they should have given galian his kilt from DoC. idk would that make it worse? like implying he does have a cock to hide???#i just hate the weird protrusion so much yall you do not understand#wait he has arm belt straps too. BUT THERES STILL NO NEED FOR THE THIGH STRAPS BRO#rebirth spoilers#personal
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Always n Forever ꕤ
a story in which, Morax has always had his eyes on you, one of Guizhong’s priestess — after a long battle and the succession of defending Guili plains, she allows him to have his way with you as a reward.
wc: 5.6k (sorry!)
contents+warnings: fem!reader, heavy breeding, mating presses, marking, overstimulation, cum eating, female!reader, monsterfucking, anal, vaginal penetration, use of aphrodisiacs, dubcon(?), size kink, slight spoilers(?), blowjobs, reincarnation. (This kinda follows the what if theory that Ningguang is the reincarnation of Guizhong.) HALF DRAGON ZHONGLI!
a/n: this has been sitting in my docs for about a month, posting it for @thicksimpx 🫶🏼 anyways, thank you to my beta readers: @manjiroscum @bubble4u & @gabzlovesu 💗
Men, women, children, and even adepti gather in the plains of Guili for this night of repose — gathering around the trees that were birthed from the earth while they sing songs of victory underneath the golden leaves as the gods sit high above.
“The Guili assembly has grown quite significantly,” Guizhong muses. There’s a smile on her face as she fondly watches the humans rejoice in victory below. Some of them were born here, while others sought refuge after losing their homes in the war — Guizhong loved them all the same. “And even though this victory is temporary, I wish all nights could be like this.”
And although Guizhong is talking, her companion, Morax, does not say anything. Instead, he takes a sip of his wine from his dish as he watches intently below — his gaze focused on the form of a woman, carefully stringing along her guzheng as children crowd around her.
From the corner of her eye, Guizhong catches a glimpse of Morax hunched over, his chin resting in his palms as he focuses on something other than her.
“Is there something on your mind? I’ve never seen you so focused,” Guizhong teases, taking a sip of her wine. “Or perhaps someone?”
Guizhong follows his gaze, and amongst the crowd of faces, she’s able to spot you. That’s when she pieces two and two together.
It doesn’t take a god to see the attraction that Morax has to you. It hasn’t gone unnoticed by Guizhong either, the way his eyes always search for you whenever he steps foot in her temple.
“Morax,” Guizhong sings as she rocks back and forth in her seat, the contents of her drink spilling from the dish. There’s an all-knowing look on her face.
Morax merely grunts, looking at her with a blank expression.
“Have you perhaps taken an interest in one of my maidens,”
Morax doesn’t say anything. He’d rather not tell her how he’s been watching you for ages and how something about your softness moved even his war-hardened self, your kind deeds towards others never going unnoticed by the lord of geo. But Guizhong is not stupid — nothing gets past her crimson gaze.
Even Cloud Retainer muses beside the lord of dust. She shifts her attention towards the small adepti in her arms, the chubby horned child bouncing in glee.
“I can tell by the glint in your eyes, my old friend,”
If Morax was the brawns behind Liyue, then it was without a doubt that Guizhong was the brains. He looks at her — his eyebrows furrowing.
“Am I really that easy to read,” Morax asks, earning a response from his peer.
“I’ve known you for centuries, Morax,”
Both gods watch from afar as you and the rest of Guizhong’s maidens pass out food to the others, the sound of laughter carrying through the air.
“You know, Morax. Humans’ lives are feeble. What’s a year to us is almost an eternity to humans.”
There’s a pregnant pause, Morax’s attention shifting back to your form in the distance.
“I am a god of war, not a god of love. I know nothing about the affairs of the heart,”
Guizhong sighs, thinking of ways to get the two of you together until it dawns on her. “I’ll have my daughters prepare for the night tomorrow. You will meet her in my shrine.”
Morax turns towards the ash-haired woman as he quirks a brow. She merely smiles in response. “Think of this as a reward, a temporary arrangement for the success of defending our lands.”
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There’s a curtain of silence that befalls the room, not a single word uttered as you’re placed in front of an expensive vanity lined with costly jewels and desirable ores. You fidget in your seat, and the wooden stool beneath you creaks at the movement.
“My lady, must I really do this?” You ask with a slight edge to your tone, your eyes wandering nervously from your reflection in the mirror to her.
An uneasy feeling bubbles in your stomach as you wait for Guizhong to answer — and if she could notice your change in demeanor, she did a great job at pretending she didn’t. But then again, she’s a god, and you’re a human. She could never understand the anxiety you’re feeling even if you were to voice your concerns. The divine being would never feel even an ounce of your uncertainty. Thus one of the pros of being a god, you think.
Guizhong drags the brush along your eyelid, perfectly lining your eyes as she carries the crimson shade of red across your skin. The after result gives you a charming but soft look.
“Relax, my child, everything will be alright,” Guizhong’s voice is soft. She dips the brush she was using into a sticky mixture before dipping it into the bowl that contains the red substance. Then, bringing it to your mouth, she traces it along your lips.
If your goddess said it’s going to be alright, then you suppose it’s best to trust her. After all, you owe her your life, considering she took you in after the providence was destroyed — gave you a status, fed you, and raised you like you were her own.
When Guizhong pulls away, you steal glances in the mirror, admiring her handiwork from every angle. She laughs when she catches you. “We’re not quite done yet,”
She walks away, and you can hear her rumbling with something, whatever it was, clanked and rattled. When she returned, she stood behind you — draping an expensive-looking necklace around your neck, the weight of it nearly causing your shoulders to slump.
But it was beautiful, a pure gold chain with noctilous jade and cor lapis decorating it, and even in the candle-lit room — those gems glimmered in the light.
“Wow,”
Guizhong hums, “hold still,” she holds another expensive piece of jewelry in her hands, this time a gold crested ornament.
Weaving the ornament in your hair, Guizhong adjusts it to her liking — the decoration resting proudly on your head.
“And for the finishing touches, take these,”
The goddess smiles, tying a pouch around your wrist — you turn your head. “What’s this?”
“A fragrance pouch, it contains the petals of freshly bloomed flowers, and drenched in the essence that secretes from mist flower corollas,”
Sniffing your wrist to confirm, the aroma is intense and overwhelming. Although it’s pleasant, it’s almost enough to make you gag.
“And this?” You question, holding a clear pouch in your palm — the contents of it being a thick concoction of some sort.
“A salve,” Guizhong giggles, “consists of slime extractions, herbs, and water, don’t worry Morax will know how to use it,”
You nod, deciding to not pry further on what she meant by that.
“And before you go, drink this,”
Guizhong pushes a stone cup into your hands that holds a red liquid — the substance sloshing around the rim as she gestures for you to drink it.
You don’t question it, putting your utmost faith in your goddess; there’s a bitter taste that lingers on your tongue after you swallow down the drink — you assume it’s some medicine.
“Your beauty rivals even the divine,” Guizhong says, watching as you spin in the mirror, her hands ghosting over your waist.
You’re slightly embarrassed. The garments she picked out looked expensive, exotic even — were these really tailored just for you? A lowly priestess. The colors Guizhong hand-picked for you were gorgeous, complimenting your skin beautifully. Although you had wished the clothing wasn’t so revealing, the only thing covering your more sacred areas were the little undergarments that barely hid anything.
“May I ask you something,” Guizhong places her hands on your shoulders, her touch soft against your skin.
“What is it, my lady,”
“Tell me, what do you think of Morax,”
You think for a bit, remembering the few instances you’ve shared with said man, “I think he’s nice,”
“Nice?” Guizhong laughs. It’s gentle and soft.
“He compliments my singing and praises my ability to play my guzheng,” You say, recalling the times he’s sat with you among the rocks listening to you play. “And, he tells me stories,” you hadn’t even realized that you were smiling thinking of your time together.
“I see,”
Guizhong smiles. It’s gentle and caring. She places a hand on the small of your back before leading you out of your sleeping chambers — escorting you past the central area of the shrine, down to the lower compartments that were used for temporarily harboring guests.
“My dear, I pray you never change,”
You’re confused about what she means, but you don’t dwell on it — your goddess speaks typically in riddles and rhymes, never giving you a clear answer even when you ask.
You shift your attention, your sleeves dragging across the flooring have you huffing and puffing, an amused expression dawning on Guizhong’s face.
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The room she had you placed in was magnificent, even prettier than your own — the bed was more significant, and the fabrics that rested upon it varied from exotic-looking silks to other materials you don’t even recognize.
Even the ground beneath you was soft; looking down, you notice the intrinsic designs of the rug under you — you wonder what nation this was imported from.
There’s a vanity across the room, it’s enormous — with flowers placed neatly in a vase, and there’s a thin wave of smoke that dances through the air, radiating from the incense that rested next to the vase alongside a few candles.
There’s a familiar scent in the air, and you can’t quite put your finger on it, but before you can figure it out, there’s a loud clicking noise — turning around, you see that your goddess is gone, the door shut tightly behind her.
It’s almost unsettling how quiet it is. Only the sound of the incense burning keeps you company. You sit on the bed anxiously as you fiddle your thumbs in anticipation while waiting for the guest of honor to arrive.
There’s a tingling sensation in your lower regions, and you rub your thighs together to help relieve the feeling. Still, to no avail — your body feels like it’s heating up. So, finally, you pull the sleeves down so they’re slightly hanging off your shoulders.
You hadn’t even realized that the man you were waiting for had already arrived, his tail dragging behind him as he stood in the doorway. His golden eyes scanned your body — sizing you up with a carnal desire.
“M—morax,” You stutter in embarrassment as you straighten yourself out, rubbing down any creases of your robe.
You’ve never really seen this much of the lord of geo. But, of course, serving his companion’s court instead didn’t give you much time, especially considering your status. it wasn’t rare for you to see his face. Still, every time you did, it was fleeting, leaving hardly enough time to remember his beauty — but here, now, you’re able to admire his features.
He’s handsome, you think, the lighting accentuating his looks. His piercing eyes glowed a dim gold, and even his hair was beautiful, long, and smooth brown locks that transitioned to a lighter color nearing the ends with a set of horns protruding through the top of his head that curved inward.
You’re not quite sure where to look, feeling like a pervert with how hard you’re staring. Morax is clad in nothing but a white garb tied around his waist, revealing his well-sculpted body, the scars he’s received from battles — and the markings that came with being the Geo Archon.
The more you stare at his arms, the more flustered you become — brown and gold scales, with markings that decorate the bulging muscles that resided underneath and resting at his shoulders.
You allow your eyes to roam lower, staring at the golden geo sigil that rested on his lower abdomen — right below his stomach, wedged between the patches of scales that resided on either side.
You hadn’t even realized that you’d been staring for so long if it wasn’t for the deep hum that left Morax’s chest.
There’s a hand on Morax’s face as he admires the choice of clothing Guizhong’s picked out for you on this occasion. You’re clad in little to nothing. The flimsy, transparent robe did nothing to cover the white undergarments underneath.
He doesn’t say a word when he stalks towards you, nor when he places a hand upon your body — trailing his limbs lower until they land on the outline of your robe, his touch is rough as he takes the thin material between his claws, before ripping it to sheds, leaving the remains scattered across the bed as he strips you down to your undergarments.
Morax grabs at your chin, forcing you to look at him, and when you stare back with your gentle, doe-like eyes, The lord of geo finds himself with the sudden urge to ruin you, to break down the pristine priestess that Guizhong had made you and rebranding you as his own.
Golden eyes stare at you with such intensity that you can’t help but feel nervous, he hasn’t said anything while he is staring into your face, and it’s beginning to make you feel self-conscious, but as soon as he pulls his hands away, a wave of relief washes over you as a soft sigh falls from your lips.
And for a moment, you feel a temporary relief as the cool air fans against your warm body.
“On your back,” The authority in Morax’s tone left no room for rebuttal. You do as you’re told and lay against the bed, propped up on some pillows.
The mattress creaks as Morax slots himself between your thighs — his long reptilian-like tongue tracing along your folds, coating them in his saliva while he teases your slit.
You shiver, the coolness against your cunt sending shocks of pleasure down your spine. You gasp as soon as you feel him dip his slimy appendage inside.
“Morax,” you moan, his tongue delving deeper inside you — rubbing against your walls deliciously. Morax hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your core.
The longer he spends between your legs, the more your body quivers and writhes underneath him, not sure where to grab — your hands land on his horns. Morax pauses for a minute, and you can feel him flinch under your touch before he resumes.
You’re curious, giving the base of his horns a squeeze to elicit another reaction. You rest your palms against the base before guiding them to the tips in a stroking manner — this time, he groans, grinding his face deeper into your cunt as both his arms wrap underneath you, forcing you closer to him as he savors your taste.
And savors, he does. Morax thinks you taste divine, better than any wine Liyue has to offer, and your moans only drive him further to continue drinking up everything you have to offer as his tail swishes side to side, hitting the ground with a thump.
Morax places his thumbs upon your womb, tracing the flesh with his sharp claws — an outline of a geo sigil forming underneath his touch, unlike his own, it’s dull, but that doesn’t stop him from rubbing over it, basking in how your skin feels soft against his own before he squeezes down into the marking causing you to whimper.
There’s a foreign sensation in your lower stomach that has your mind growing fuzzy while specks of white litter your sight — the feeling only getting worse, it’s becoming harder to focus, and the hold you have on his horns loosens.
He knows you’re close, he can tell, bringing a finger to your aching clit — he’s careful of his claws, and slowly, he rubs circles into your swollen bundle of nerves.
“M—Morax,” You cry as you close your eyes, coating his face with your slick as you cum — but he doesn’t let up, not when your cunt is producing more and more slick, some of which spills from his mouth. His tongue is still deep inside you as he laps at your core, and you can feel the tip of his appendage twisting along your walls.
It’s almost embarrassing how loud and lewd his slurping noises are, flustering you even more as the sounds increase in volume.
It’s not until he’s made you cum twice more does he pull away, a mixture of your essence and his saliva dripping from his tongue.
There’s a huge bulge between his legs, the white cloth he had wrapped around him begging to slide off his waist until finally, he discards it, revealing his cock in all its glory.
Morax’s cock was huge, and you stared at it in an odd fascination — the veins on his shaft glowing as they pulsed while the head leaked a golden essence.
I don’t think that’s going to fit, you think, slightly terrified at the idea of that monster penetrating you even with all the slick between your thighs — there’s no way.
The weight of the bed shifts drastically as Morax climbs on top of you, the mattress dipping underneath the combined weight — his body completely dwarfing your own. You’ve never felt this small a day in your life until now. He places a large hand above your head to steady himself, preventing him from crushing you with his overbearing mass.
You can feel the tip of Morax’s cock prod against you. He rubs it along your wet folds — collecting as much slickness as possible to saturate his shaft for an easy push.
As soon as Morax has decided he’s ready, the fat, mushroom tip of his cock disappears between your folds — stretching your poor hole as he forces more of himself inside.
He grunts, “relax,”
Easier said than done, you think, the stretch burns instead uncomfortably, and you’re glad he at least tried to prep you for what's to come.
“My goddess,” You choke, bracing yourself.
Morax halts, his hips coming to a still — there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stares down at your face, “The only god right now is me,” He sneers, the tips of his fangs peeking through his lips like a feral animal.
There’s something exciting about the way Morax looks at you that has the heat rising to your cheeks, igniting something inside you that you didn’t realize was there. “Yes, my god,” you correct yourself, locking eyes with the man above you. For a brief second, he can see the hint of exhilaration flickering in your orbs.
Your submissiveness pleases Morax, causing his cock to stir at the idea of you allowing him to use you as he sees fit — breeding you every day, every hour for the rest of your mortal life span.
“Good girl,” Morax praises, groaning as he finally bottoms out — it’s a tight fit, but it feels as if you were made for him. He’s almost envious of Guizhong for having found you first.
Morax hunches over, the hand above your hand gripping the sheets, and you can hear the faint sounds of them being torn. You wonder if Guizhong will scold him when she finds out.
Morax can barely contain himself as he lets you adjust to his size, it’s taking everything inside him not to aggressively slam into you — conquering your body and claiming it as his own, but he waits. Remembering the conversation Guizhong had with him before.
Do not break her, or else I will break you.
You place your hands on Morax’s biceps, allowing them to wander over the space of his chest. There’s a smile on your face as you look at him.
“I’m ready,”
Morax’s gaze holds a certain softness to it, golden orbs staring at you in affection. He nods.
Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Morax’s pace starts off slow, but his thrusts are deep — the tip of his cock hitting further with each movement as he litters kisses upon your skin that have moans escaping past your lips.
Morax thinks the noises you’re making are cute, determined to hear more — he places a hand upon your chest before sneaking it under the white fabric that concealed them. Carefully he pinches and tweaks with the hardening bud.
He moves away, grabbing at the top of your garment before tearing it off, leaving your chest exposed to the cool air — and although the sudden drop in temperature does nothing to you, your body feels like it’s burning up.
Morax watches in fascination as your chest bounces with each thrust of hips, encouraging him to go faster — the wet sound of skin slapping against skin rings throughout the room.
Morax pushes your legs to your chest, ramming into you with better precision for him to go deeper — to explore more of you.
Wrapping your arms around Morax’s broad back, holding as much as you can as his heavy cock drags along your walls, it’s getting harder to focus on anything other than the way he feels inside you — mainly when his tip grazes against your cervix, the fullness you feel is satisfying.
“More— more,” You whine. It comes out shaky, and who is Morax to deny his favorite mortal the pleasure she’s receiving from him, and only him.
Morax’s thrust becomes more fevered as he brings you closer to the edge, your walls spasming around him as you cum with a cry. His cock twitches and pulsates as he spills his seed inside you — the geo sigil on you finally coming to life and glowing a vibrant gold as he fills your womb.
And even though he just came, he’s still not done, his cock still rock-hard as he continues slamming into you, robbing you of another orgasm.
He’s determined to fill you up with all he has to offer. Even with the mixture of your juices overflowing from your hole and seeping through the sheets below, he’s not finished.
It isn’t until he’s pumped his fourth load into you does he pull away, leaving you a panting mess as thick substances of white spill from your cunt.
It isn’t enough, Morax thinks, even as you lay there, body convulsing in pleasure — he wants more. He wants all you have to offer. He flips you over so that you’re lying on your stomach, he moves your body with ease, repositioning you however he pleases, and it’s not like you’re in any state to protest.
He raises your ass, spreading your plush cheeks with his hands giving him a nice view of your drooling cunt that still leaked with cum, and your other — more exclusive hole.
Morax brings his face closer, tracing your folds with his tongue. You shudder in his embrace and feel him tease your spent hole again. Then, scooping out a mix of cum, the man brings it to your asshole, spitting it out and watching as it delves down the curve of your ass.
You screech, feeling the sudden intrusion in your ass. Morax’s lips pressed against your hole as his tongue dives deeper inside you — loosening up as much as possible for what’s to come next.
But before he continues, he’s reminded of the salve Guizhong had given you that lay discarded on the edge of the bed. You feel him shift above you as he reaches over your body — his arms grabbing at the clear pouch.
There’s a ripping noise that rings in your ears as Morax empties the contents of the pouch into the crack of your ass — you cringe, the thick, slimy mixture feeling cold upon your skin as it travels down the between the crevice of your cheeks, a generous amount coating even your hole.
Your grip on the sheets beneath you tighten, scrunching the silk fabric under your palms — your breathing becomes heavy as you feel the tip of Morax’s cock nudge against your ass as he mounts you.
He spreads your cheeks, guiding his length to your tighter hole before he pushes in — stretch burns at first as his cock forces its way inside, and thanks to the salve, it’s not unbearable.
“Morax,” You cry weakly as you feel him push himself in, completely sheathing himself in your warmth, his heavy balls resting against you.
There’s snot dripping down your nose, and you’re glad he can’t see your face at the moment — you’re sure you look terrible.
“M—move, please,”
Morax is gentler this time, gritting his teeth as he thrusts into you. The hold he has on your hips is less than bruising.
He nearly doubles over, feeling your hole squeeze around him.
“F—fuck,” You cry at the fullness, his cock dragging incredibly slow along your insides — you slam your hips back against his. “Harder, please,”
Morax raises a brow, and here he thought you were but an innocent maiden — being deflowered by a monster. It’s amusing, to say the least.
Morax’s balls slap against your ass with pap noise as he picks up his speed — your moans increase in volume as he builds momentum.
“You feel so good,” You whine, specks of white clouding your vision as your mind becomes hazy. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave, and your body feels like it’s becoming weaker as you fall into the mattress.
Morax wraps his arms around you, supporting your body as he continues fucking you — chasing his own end.
There’s a familiar warmth spreading through your body as he cums, thick globs of white dripping from your ass.
You’re tired, nearly passing out on the pillows until Morax flips you over again. This time you’re on your back as he hovers over your body, knees folded underneath him.
“Do you think we’re done?” He asks, his cock still hard. He aligns it with your mouth, pressing the tip into the softness of your lips. “Open,”
There’s a pause before you do as you’re told, your eyes scanning up and down his length that’s still fully hard. Is this the will of the gods?
You part your lips around his cock, his weight feeling heavy in your mouth.
Slowly, you run your tongue across his shaft — tracing every vein that roams across his cock with your muscle.
You can feel the veins throb underneath your tongue. Morax places a hand on the back of your head, forcing you to take more of him.
Morax looks down at you, sweat dripping from his body as he watches you bob your head up and down his cock, “Just like that, he praises,”
Your jaw feels like it’s on fire as it aches, and you’re not quite sure how much longer you can take this, but you’re determined to please your god.
Your prayers have been answered, and it’s not long before you feel him throb inside your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat — he pulls away.
“Swallow,”
You obey, opening your mouth to show that you’ve swallowed all of him, leaving nothing left in your mouth, and you can still taste him on your tongue — salty but not disgusting.
Morax places a palm on your cheek, stroking it gently, “you’ve done so well, but the night is still young. We won’t stop until my seed seeps from every orifice you own,”
And knowing him, it was a promise. By the end of the night, your body will only know Morax. He’s determined to mold your walls in the shape of his cock, to ruin you for anyone else, no matter how many times you reincarnate — you’ll always yearn for him.
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It was no surprise that Morax had taken you as a lover when he came to Guizhong asking for your hand in marriage — only shocking a few of her priestesses at the sudden intrusion. Their gasps and whispers could be heard amongst themselves.
And, of course, Guizhong was more than happy to comply with his wishes, wedding you off without a second thought.
But alas, that moment of bliss wasn’t destined to last forever, especially in the era of war.
It wasn’t long before Morax had lost Guizhong in the aftermath, returning to dust in the plains of Guili. And although losing her hurt, it was a heavier loss when your mortality had finally claimed you, reminding him that human life is feeble.
It saddened him to no end that you weren’t around to see the progress of Liyue after Mt. Aoyang. However, Morax wanted nothing more than to walk with you upon the grounds now called the harbor.
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Centuries have passed by now, and Morax is no more than a distant memory, recorded in history alongside most of his conquests for all of time to keep. And even though his previous incarnations are no more, Zhongli still harbors the feelings of each and every life, treasuring them fondly — their memories continue to shine like gold.
And as he sits in the harbor at his favorite restaurant, there’s not a day where he doesn’t think back to you, and the time he shared with you — even if they felt like mere minutes to him.
“and what happened to Morax after the death of his lover,” Paimon asks, both the traveler and her staring at him expectantly as they awaited his answer.
Zhongli clears his throat, “After the heavy loss of his lover, he grew fearful of being alone after being taught by the human woman how to love and be loved. He took on many lovers over the years after, and yet none of them could fill the void left in his chest.”
“Did he love them,” Paimon places a finger on her chin as she ponders out loud.
“Of course he did. He loved all of them for as long as time had allowed it,” Zhongli muses, although there’s a hint of melancholy in his tone.
Aether gives him an unapologetic look as he thinks back to his twin and how he was separated from her before entering Teyvat.
“Wow, Morax must’ve really been popular among the—“Before Paimon can finish her sentence, Aether quickly covers the smaller being's mouth with his palm. “Paimon, there’s a time and place for everything, but now is not the time,” He sighs, feeling the flying girl protest against him as she angrily flails her tiny limbs.
Zhongli smiles fondly, unfazed by Paimon’s annoyance. The food in front of them had long gone cold as he shared the story of Morax’s greatest treasure.
Paimon flails in Aether’s hold before stopping, her attention focused on the gasps and gossiping going on around her from the other customers in the restaurant.
“What’s the Tianquan doing walking so freely in the harbor,” One mumbled. They all look in awe as she walks past the establishment in broad daylight without any millelith guards behind her.
“Lady Ningguang,” You whine, following after her, your clipboard shaking in your grasp as you pant. For someone wearing heels and a heavy dress, you’re surprised she can walk so fast.
At the sound of a familiar voice, Zhongli’s ears perk up as he turns his attention towards you — his eyes widening before returning to their average size. His sudden silence shocks Aether and Paimon. Aether and both of them don’t say anything, opting to follow Zhongli’s gaze before they land on you.
Ningguang ignores you, continuing on her merry way toward the docks hoping to see the freshest stock of fish that’s arrived.
“But what about Qingce Village?!” You huff loud enough for Ningguang to hear you, although she doesn’t stop.
“I’ll have the yuheng deal with it. Keqing’s always looking for something to do,” Ningguang says as she waves you off, continuing on her way.
“And what about all your paperwork?”
“Ganyu can handle it,” Ningguang answers, all too calmly, for a woman who controls the fate of Liyue.
You groan in frustration throwing your clipboard on the ground. So bothersome, you grumble.
When Aether and Paimon shift their attention back to Zhongli, they both jump, realizing his absence.
“Where’d he go?” Paimon says, looking everywhere, from underneath his seat to underneath the table.
“Over there,” Aether points, and sure enough, there he was, striking up a conversation with you.
“Do they know each other,” Paimon asks, placing a finger on her chin. Aether shrugs in response, “not quite sure, but something tells me she might be an old friend of his,”
“Excuse me, you seem to have dropped something,” There’s a tall man before you, he’s handsome, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve seen him before.
“Do I know you?” You ask in confusion, the man in front of you staring intently — although it wasn’t you, he was focused on. There’s a glint of disdain in his eyes as he looks upon the light-colored anemo vision that dangles from your waist.
“Ah, my apologies, my name is Zhongli,” Zhongli smiles, handing you back your clipboard.
“You know,” You start, eyeing him up and down before taking your belongings. “I feel like I’ve met you before,”
“Hm, is that so?”
“Yeah, something about you feels familiar,”
“Although, I don’t recall meeting you before,” Zhongli lies, “I’d like to get the chance to,”
“O—oh,” There’s a heat rising to your face, and your heart pounds against your chest — the man’s charm flustering you. “I— I think I’d like that too,”
There’s a smile on Zhongli’s face as he places a hand on your back, leading you through the harbor — you don’t resist, allowing him to guide you wherever listening to him talk mindlessly about the weather.
Aether and Paimon look at each other in confusion, the blow shaking his head.
“Did we just get ditched,” Paimon asks, tilting her head to the side as she rubs her chin.
Aether nods, “and with the bill, too,” he sighs, picking up the piece of paper before reading it — his face pales, and golden eyes widen in horror as he reads aloud the total.
#morax smut#morax x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact smut#genshin morax#zhongli x reader#Zhongli smut#Zhongli x reader smut#morax x y/n#zhongli x you#zhongli x y/n#genshin impact x reader smut#genshin x reader smut
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I love idea of monster HRT. I’ve seen quite a few artists depict it and it’s always so joyful and fun. Like a dragon girl rejoicing when her first horns grow or when her body is finally fully covered in scales. A newly-turned werewolf appreciating their new knotted cock. Or anything that trans monsterfuckers can imagine!
If you’re reading this and you have also had this fantasy, I love you ❤️
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I AM FINALLY MAKING A PINNED POST! REJOICE!
I'm slimegirldick. You can call me Slimey, Anne, or Annie if you want. I'm a bottom leaning switch. I'm 5'11", and I like doms who tower over me, so my life is a struggle (I like little doms too, don't worry). I'm bisexual, transfeminine, polyamorous and overall, very queer. I'm autistic and have ADHD. Autism is undiagnosed because I'm scared of medical discrimination, but anyone who knows me can tell you that it's a sure thing. I also have chronic pain that makes it impossible for me to walk safely without a cane. I'm currently trying to raise money for a wheelchair so I can go out of the house long enough to run errands and spend time with friends. I know my url suggests I'm a slimegirl but I am extremely puppy coded.
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https://cash.app/$woopsallberries
In a relationship with: @chewtoychell, and @aberranttree ❤️
WARNING!:
This is a kink blog. I reblog hard kink and I do not tag it, including stuff that is not on my kinks list
TAGS:
Slimeposting (reblogs with additions)
Slimetime (selfies)
Slimesays (Original posts and responding to asks)
Slimedrooling (reblogging hot people and art)
INTERESTS:
Dungeons and Dragons
The Earthsea Cycle
Skyrim
Baldurs Gate 3
Cassette Beasts
Anime and Manga (but like in a fruity way)
Webtoons
Cock
And Pussy
Genitals of All Kinds Really
KINKS:
Pet play
Knife play
Impact play
BDSM
CNC
Primal
Breeding
Tentacles
Mind Break
Hypno
Monsterfucking
Praise
Degradation
Bimbofication
Humiliation
Exhibitionism
Free Use
Body writing
Musk (the smell, not the fascist)
Bush (the hair, not the fascist)
LIMITS:
Detrans
Ageplay
Misgendering
Feederism
Scat
Snuff
DNI:
Minors (love you sweeties but I don't want you seeing my ass)
Chasers
Feeders
Nazis
TERFS
Fatphobes
Bigots in general
PEOPLE WHO EXCLUDE OTHERS FROM THE QUEER AND KINK COMMUNITIES!
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what is a monster?
# kinktober [ii] ft ryōmen sukuna & monsterfucking
+ ft! chubby reader
WARNINGS; fem!reader, monsterfucking, double penetration, rough sex, squirting, size kink, cunnilingus, spit, dumbification, mentions of sukuna breaking your bones, marking, MDNI!
A/N; umm, yeah my thirst for monsters is showing on this, reblogs and comments mean the world to me <3
TAGGING; sukuna’s favorite @kagejima, lovely @lithielana
This moment right here feels like reckoning and it smells of absolution. One he knows doesn’t deserve, but still he finds in the warm and wet center of the core hiding between your legs. His angs scratch on the plush flesh of your thighs spilling from the top of your tights and he can already savor you.
He always smells you before seeing you and he knows you’re already dripping, always ready to take him and his two cocks grow bigger as he thinks about the way you’ll open up for him and only for him.
After so many years lived, all the throaths he’s dug his sharp claws into and all the ribs he’s heard turn to dust between the strength of his grip and he still gets on his knees to feel alive while slurping on the essence of your apex.
Your cries for mercy merely foreplay as he claims what he has deemed his. He runs his tongue between your folds with furious precision and his nails dig into the soft and round curve of your hips as you ask him to slow down. “It’s too much,” you say. And yet he can see and feel the way your clit throbs in excitement before he sucks on it with malicious intent.
Your back arches off the bed and a new mouth coming from his hand reaches to torture your nipple with an abrasive touch. You whine and kick against the air as he feels you convulse into his mouth. And your face as you try to compose yourself feels like a gift meant only for him.
You always look so small when he cradles you in his arms, a pair tightly wrapped around your soft middle, never tired of the way you feel against him and the other propping you by the ass with a death grip to impale you on his cock. He’s never cared about your pleas of being too big for him, amused by the fact that you still haven’t realized how easily he could rip you apart if he wanted to.
And he finds it odd at times too, that he still can’t get rid of you. Maybe it’s the way that you pant and cry as he stretches your tight hole around his two cocks. Maybe it’s the way your nails dig into his chest as he sets a brutal pace that has you squirting around his cock, body shivering in an embarrassing spasm that you can’t control.
There’s only lies as you try to justify your actions. It makes things easier as you get down on your knees for him. Maybe if you keep pretending you’re protecting someone instead of willingly giving yourself to him things will be easier…
Maybe you can pretend that the way he proudly looks at you as you swallow the glob of spit he just gifted you doesn’t make your pussy clench around the brutal stretch of his two fat members inside you.
Sukuna still can’t decide if he still wants you to be afraid of him. You being afraid of all the things he could do to you if he were to choose to do so on the other hand? That he lives for, he breathes and rejoices in the way you tremble because of him.
He’s nestled on the back of your heart, feeding on the knowledge that you are his, on the way your eyes grow glossy with submission as you gag around the rough intrusion of his fingers in your mouth. And when you are drooling and all teary, eyes rolled all the way to the back of your skull as he empties himself inside of you, your tight walls squeezing around him in a such a way that has him breaking your skin with the force of his grip around you he feels like he’s finally found true enlightenment.
He is still a monster and you're still a victim, and yet it doesn’t feel like that anymore.
#.malina does kinktober#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#chubby reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk smut#ryomen sukuna#jjk imagines#jjk scenarios#sukuna smut#jjk headcanons#.dancing in the moonlight#.after dark
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HALFTIME SEXYMAN REPORT
ROUND ONE IS OVER AND THE RESULTS ARE IN!
The bottom seeded three-way matchup between Flashbang, Kevin Norton, and Gregor the Snail has ended in a decisive victory for Gregor the Snail. With his sultry looks and unconventional underdog status, Gregor has captured the hearts and twisted imaginations of the wormblrinas. Though his odds going into round two against Sexyman Favorite Jack Slash are exceedingly low, Gregor stans should remain hopeful. There's plenty of him (and his slime) to go around.
In an outcome that's sure to please the serial killer flower crown edit side of tumblr, Jack Slash has handily defeated Eidolon. Fans of sopping wet meow meows, Harry Du Bois, male pattern baldness, and @datmoongamer were heartbroken at these results, though not entirely unsurprised. Minority voters of this massacre of a match are advised to seek refuge with the Danny Contingent. Should they organize well enough, they might just be able to make it out of the upcoming DILF bracket alive.
The dubiously moral "heroes" conference was fraught with sexual tension, thanks to canonical gay representation and some… particular artistic choices from @heyitschartic. Armsmaster came out on top 😏 of Legend, but if he wants to advance to the semifinals, this tinker techbro is gonna need more sponsorship than a Larry David cryptocurrency Super Bowl commercial.
One of the most surprising games of the weekend saw wormblr-favorite Accord struggling to maintain an edge over Lung’s smoking-hot physique. After a sloppy first quarter, Accord managed to pull ahead and secure a win. But with his confidence shaken going into round two, Accord might not be a shoe-in for finals as predicted. Can he get himself together and stick to his numerous game plans? Or could we anticipate an upset?
The closest match of the night was in bracket five, where Danny Hebert beat out Crawler by a slim 2% margin. Artists both rejoiced and despaired at the fact that Crawler would not need to be drawn in any further rounds. Fans of Crawler take heart; though he may have lost early in wormblr’s 2023 sexyman tournament, us commentators suspect this won’t be the last we see of this monsterfucker-friendly face. Some athletes are growers, not showers.
The bishi showdown between Marquis and Mr. Gladly ended in a definitive and widely predicted win by Marquis. It seems that voters who are hot for teacher just couldn’t face the raw sexual charisma of Amy Dallon's father. Inside sources at the Birdcage have told us that Marquis is also pursuing a career in modeling, so stay tuned for next year's cellblock leader calendar, where he'll be starring as Mr. May AND October!
Trickster made excellent use of his top hat and gamer knowledge, defeating a colorfully costumed Nilbog in bracket seven. But unless he can pull a new trick out of that hat, our analysts aren't too optimistic at his chance of advancing into the semifinals.
Last but certainly not least was the Thinker Off between Coil and Number Man. Thanks to an aggressive pre-season campaign from @cpericardium and subliminal bulge messaging, Number Man golden ratio'd his way to 79%, leaving the remaining 21% of voters (sexually) confused at Coil's cake.
#sorry this took me forever#see you all in round two!#miss tumblr sexyman 2023 worm edition#worm#worm parahumans#parahumans#worm web serial#long post
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Escape IX
Bonding
Levi Ackerman / Fem Reader
Mermaid AU
Escape Masterlist Link
Chapter Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Smut, a lot of fluff, Cross Species Relationship, Mermaid!Au, Monsterfucking, Non-Human Penis, Fingering, Vaginal sex, Biting, Knotting, Mating, Creampie, Overstimulation, Oral Sex (M Receiving), Oral sex (F Receiving)
Word Count: 14k
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39039084/chapters/97981956
Note: We’ve reached the end! This smut took me so long to write.
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The water is shockingly cold, even though your feet had just been resting in the waves. You hadn’t realized how heavy your clothes would feel, now flooded with water. They weigh you down, threatening to drag you under despite the firm grip on your hip and across your back.
Levi must be fast, you can’t hear anything but the rush of water whistling in your ears. You can feel his body bobbing with each swing of his tail. He really does swim more like a dolphin, flapping his tail up and down instead of the previous side to side. In this position, his heart is right against your ear, the rhythm calm and steady among the rushing waves.
Only a scant few moments pass before your lungs begin to burn, begging you desperately for more oxygen. Hand clawing into his shoulder, you try to alert Levi to your desperate need. The burning is becoming more and more urgent by the second, your chest nearly aching from the need.
Hand sliding from your back, Levi pulls you into a lip lock with a firm grip on the back of your head. Breathing into your mouth with a long exhale, hot air filling your lungs with relief. It feels extra intimate, to be breathing his air. That he’d held his own breath, despite being able to breathe underwater, just to fill your need. The thought makes your mind buzz even as your brain rejoices at the oxygenated relief.
It’s not long after that you feel yourself break above the surface, the air surprisingly warm against your wet skin. It’s a small cave, half filled with water in a small shallow pool. There must be some sort of underwater tunnel that he’d pulled you through, somewhere along the rocky cliffs he’d pointed to before. Heated by underwater vents, you remember him saying. Its dark, the ceiling is a high dome of rough, dark rocks. You can’t see much, but a small amount of light filters in from somewhere along the tiny stalactites. Moonlight, at this point, by the looks of it.
Tangling his tail around your legs, like he’d done not too long ago, Levi pulls you hard against his chest. Twining the thinner end of his tail to wrap around your ankles, like a loose cord wrapped repeatedly along your lower legs. You can feel the leafy edges on his tail fin brush against the back of your thighs, soft membrane brushing your skin with every soft beat.
Arms mimic his tail, wrapping around your waist and pulling you further into his embrace. Fingers dance along your sides, swirling along the band of skin exposed between your shorts and shirt. Levi peppers wet kisses along your shoulder blades as you turn to drink in the small cave.
There's a rocky ledge. Water laps softly at the uneven stone where it makes a sharp downward slope into the pool. A small nest rests along the alcove, not far from the water’s edge. It’s a tangled mess of tightly woven seaweed. You wonder how often he has to pick it apart and replace it with greener pieces. It looks soft, sort of shaped like a bird's nest with rounded edges on three of the sides. You remember him mentioning preferring to sleep partially above the water, with just his tail soaking beneath the waves. The closest side must be left open so he can sleep comfortably.
On a small rock nearby, acting almost like a bedside table, lays a small hand mirror along with a pair of scissors and an old fashioned hair razor. Gifts you’ve given him a while ago, when he’d complained about how hard it was to trim his hair the way he liked with nothing but a sharp rock. The sight warms your heart.
“Is this your home?”
He hums softly in response, an odd, not exactly human sound. Almost a purr. “Ours now.”
More kisses slide to pepper along the side of your neck. He sucks softly at your pulse, tongue sliding out to taste your skin. There’s a sharp bit of teeth that makes you shiver in his grasp.
The words bring a wave of rolling excitement to your stomach. You can’t believe this is happening, but here you are. About to change your life forever.
You spy shiny bits of treasure along the edge of the cave, large sea shells and small gold coins meticulously placed along the dry stone wall behind the nest.
“It seems you’ve brought home another pretty thing for your collection.”
He snorts in response, pulling you into a deep kiss.
Tugging on your lips with his own with a soft hum. “You're a menace.”
“I’ll never let you live it down, either.” You hum your rough imitation of his trill, right against his lips. Pretty thing.
His lips smirk against your own, never leaving as he repeats the trill back right back at you. You can feel the Mer-noise vibrate from deep in his throat, bubbling up to tremble against your kiss swollen flesh.
Hands sliding beneath the murky water to rub along your lower back, Levi twists you to press against the rocky outcropping. Pressing your shoulder blades against the rocky ledge, the stone surprisingly warm against your back. Miraculously smooth against your wet skin. The water barely laps along your collarbones, the rocky corner just a bit above the tops of your shoulders.
Levi wraps his long, dark tail around your legs, trapping your limbs together in its scaly grasp. Curling around your thighs and twining around your legs. It’s tight, rough slick muscle against smooth skin. You can almost feel the individual shape of his larger scales, the irregular diamond-shaped plates almost like sandpaper sliding against your skin.
It’s tight. Tight tight tight. Strong, coiled muscle squeezing you in his grasp. Like a snake, strangling its prey until all of the air leaves its lungs. His arms copy the desperate grasp, crossing your back to pull you desperately against his chest.
One cups the back of your head, nails biting into your skin through your hair, to pull you into a desperate kiss. It’s hard. The force of it makes him groan, filling your mouth with a desperate sound. Too long tongue sliding against your own in a desperate tangle, mimicking the coil around your legs.
You can’t help but release a long airy groan at the desperate grip, a shaky sound filling the tiny cave, almost bouncing against the walls. Shuddering, your nails bite into his undercut in your own overcome grip. You’ve been excited since the moment he mentioned this was possible, the fervor only worsened when he’d mentioned he’d wanted to take you home.
You're soaked, pussy throbbing and clit burning in need. It throbs, you can already feel it flush and puffy in need. Filled with so much blood that you can practically feel your pulse beating along the sensitive bud. Helpless, you jolt your hips against his in a desperate attempt for some stimulation.
Groaning deep in his chest at the sharp jolt, you can feel the fingers along your shoulders dig desperately into your skin. The scales twisted along your feet somehow tighten even further, shuddering at the stimulation.
Hips jutting against yours in turn, an airy whine vibrates against your lips. Loud and needy, bouncing against the stony walls. With every desperate thrust, his tail tightens around your legs.
Tight-tight-tight, before loosening with a needy shudder. The process repeats and repeats. A needy thrust, scales squeezing tight around your limbs before loosening with a quiver, over and over and over.
The strength, the sheer need of it makes you light headed with pleasure. Mind whirling from the desperate whines that leave his lips at every slow, rolling thrust of his hips. You can’t help but respond in kind, a long needy whimper against his questing lips.
The angle perfectly mashes your clit against the crotch of your shorts. You can feel yourself drip, gushing despite the water soaking your bottom half. Rubbing your thighs together, the stimulation isn’t anywhere enough. It’s almost teasing, your climax building up to buzz in the back of your head, a drowning fuzziness along your senses. It’s not enough, that looming crest is too far, too distant and not growing fast enough.
“Levi! More, I…” It’s almost embarrassing how needy and whiney your voice is, high and noisy over the soft slosh of the waves. It’s way too early for you to already be this needy.
He groans in response, shoulders shuddering with the sound. Finally breaking the kiss with a loud liquid smack.
“You want more?” Sharp nails bite into the back of your head as he returns his lips to your neck. Sharp teeth worrying dark purple bruises into the skin along your pulse. You aren’t sure if they’ll stay there. If they’ll remain in your transformation, but you desperately want them to. Remaining, fading slowly over the coming weeks and marking you as his.
“Please. Levi…I…,” you start, words cutting off with a whine as his hips jolt against yours yet again. His tail pressing your thighs together for you, so you don’t even have to do it yourself. Shuddering in relief just as you want to.
The man snorts in response, hot air flooding along the moist skin of your neck. “Already so needy.”
Hands sliding to your hips, Levi lifts you out of the water with an easy flex of his biceps. Plopping you effortlessly along the smooth rocky edge of the pool. The edge isn’t too high above the water, barely leaving your hips free from the small waves.
Tired of the dripping edges cutting into your vision, you raise a surprisingly shaky hand to try to smooth your soaked hair back from your face. Water-hardened nails clack lightly against the warm stone as Levi twists himself up to plop down hard beside you, jostling his shoulder with your own. The long top of his tail fin almost cushioning him, ruffled ends protecting his backside from the stone.
One of his hands slides along your thigh, cautious and curious. Hot eyes watching the wet fabric slowly peel away from your skin as he pinches it between two claws. It almost smacks, jiggling the meat of your thigh, when he releases it from his grip. His ears flick curiously, eyes hot as he watches your skin shift below the fabric.
Scorching gaze rising to meet your own, equally temperate gaze. Your name is hot on his lips, pink flesh dark and plump from the press of your own. The sight makes your own seem tender, plump and sensitive. They almost burn, tingling in the cool open air. The only solution must be to press them back to his.
Sliding an arm across your lower back, he pulls you hard against him, claws digging into the fabric of your thigh. Levi must have the same thought, because he immediately pulls you back into a desperate lip lock. Too hot tongue immediately abrading the sensitive underside of your own, pressing it hard into the roof of your mouth. Lap, lap, lap; each repeated slide only makes your mind fuzzier.
The hand on your thigh shifts to toy with your jeans, tugging at the soaked band at your belly. Nails sliding along your skin where the fabric meets your abdomen, searching below the strange material. He tugs at them, making the elastic band snap against your moist skin.
He breaks the lip lock to press a quick kiss to the curve of your shoulder. “How does this come off?”
Mind tilting dangerously at the question, reality filters in above the swirling haze of lust. You push a hand to his shoulder, giving you some distance so you can regain your senses for a bit.
“How is this going to work? Mating, that is,” you ask.
You can’t help but stare at the smooth scales along his front, where his torso forms a deep v at his hips and pale skin shifts into scales. He’d been humping desperately against you mere moments ago, so there must be something familiar among the blue scales. His ears tint dark, cheeks a red blush at your curious gaze.
“I’m sort of similar to a human man, it’s just all stored inside.” Guiding your hand with his own, he trails your fingers along the hard line of his stomach. Right over his abs, the missing divot of his bellybutton, and to where skin shifts to scales. Digits trailing along his front, the pads winding along the soft baby-scales below his belly. “I’m opening up, so you should be able to feel it.”
There's a slight dip, just below his pelvic bone. Almost exactly where you’d expect a human man’s cock to be. A small slit among the fine scales, twitching and opening beneath your fingertips.
There’s another small one not far below it. Curious, you lower your fingers to swirl around the tiny ring of muscle. Levi jerks at your curious touch, muscles tensing beneath your wandering digits. “That one works like your anus, just in front.”
“In the front?” You boggle a bit at the thought, eyes wide.
“It’ll be an adjustment for you, I’m sure.” He guides your hand back to his sex. “You can play with that entrance at a later time if you’d like.”
You feel the entrance quiver, leaking a bit beneath the pads of your fingers. He groans, long and rumbling, as you slide them along the length of it. Scales make way, shifting to reveal puffy lips, dark blue in color but not too unlike your own. There’s even lighter blue petals, soft and powdery looking even in the low light. They’re slick and swollen as well, circling around the hole of his throbbing entrance. A labia, more or less, not too unlike your own.
Swirling your finger along the slick petals, the entrance begins to throb; the round ring of muscle visibly quaking in excitement. You can watch the ring clench, tightening at your close touch.
“It… ah,” Levi pauses, shoulders rolling with a heavy shudder. “It’ll take a bit for my cock come out.”
There doesn't seem to be a sensitive peak, no distinct sensitive bud along the soft petals. “You don’t have a clit?”
“N…no. Female Mers do though. It’s just…ah…sensitive.” The words are almost a struggle as you swirl your finger along the flushed skin, just where it meets the curve of his entrance. Every throb of them against your fingertips seems to echo along your own, puffy folds.
Levi is forced to squeeze his eyes shut, quaking and gasping as you finally circle the quivering ring of muscle. The hand gripping the meat of your thigh tightens, grip desperate and thoughtless. The needy, choked sound he releases only makes your throb harder.
You're so wet, so utterly soaked despite the water still dripping from your shorts. Panties slick, heavy with your own need. You can’t help yourself, sliding your other hand along the cleft of your shorts. Your clit is throbbing, pulsing with every desperate choked groan escaping his lips. Desperate for some friction, you swirl your pointer finger along the puffy bud through the layers of soaked fabric.
Pressing a finger into his tight entrance, it seems to barely be able to stretch around the digit. His walls immediately bare down, gummy grasp throbbing tight around the lone finger. His walls are soft, slick just like your own. The questing digit makes him choke, all of the air catching in his lungs. Leaning forward, Levi presses his forehead against your shoulder.
“S’good.” The words sound almost delirious, slurred from a tongue heavy with pleasure.
“You're so tight.” His walls shudder, clenching harder around you at the words. “And you called me needy.”
“M’close. It’ll come out soon,” Levi groans, breath hot against your collarbone. His nose nuzzles into your neck, nails digging biting into your thigh as he jolt his hips hard against your hand. “M’re. Don’t stop.”
Fingers swirling against his walls, you try to match the pace along your own clit. Levi’s hips jerk desperately against the stone ledge, gummy walls throbbing as if to somehow pull you deeper into him.
Levi’s hands rise to tug at your clothing, nails biting into the fabric. Thoughtlessly clawing at the band of your jeans and the edge of your skirt, desperate for the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. The fabric groans, creaking as it stretches beneath his desperate grip.
Hot silver eyes dart between both of your swirling digits, before locking onto the ones prodding at your clit. His jaw dropping, lips forming a tight o-shape as he watches the digits slide along the crotch of your jeans.
“You’re…ngh…you're touching yourself for me,” Levi groans, back shuddering. “That’s so…ngh.”
The dim cave suddenly brightens, a soft glowing blue filling the tiny cavern. The flowing ends of his fins lighting up a soft blue hue, powder blue now nearly electric. The ruffles along his spine, folded heavily along each other, almost throb, humming with bioluminescent light. It lights up the cave, the soft light bouncing off of the surrounding grey rocks.
“What?” It’s beautiful, but you had no idea he could light up.
“Mating display.” he explains, the tips of his ears darkening to a deeper shade of blue. With his forehead against your collarbone, they’re almost right in your line of sight, flicking in embarrassment. The powdery webbing along them glows as well, a soft electric hum brightening the scales along his cheeks.
“You don’t need to impress me anymore.”
“Can’t really control it,” he groans. Sharp teeth dance along the skin of your neck, hot mouth pressed to your skin.
The soft petals around his entrance have lit up too, a bright circle of luminous skin around a dark quivering hole. You can feel them almost hum with the bioluminescent light, practically vibrating against your knuckles.
“How do these come off?” Levi asks again. The webbing between his fingers is glowing too, though they seem to be a bit dimmer than the rest of his display. Glowing hands tug hard at your clothes, one at the loop of your shorts and the other nearly ripping the neck of your shirt.
“Just tear them.” You want them off just as much as he does. Fast. His hot skin against your own as quick as possible. You won’t be needing them soon anyways.
Levi doesn’t hesitate. The soaked fabric of your tank top and shorts pulls tight in his grip, tearing away like paper under his water-hardened nails. The noise of it is loud, a creaking protest of fabric against fabric. The tattered remains quickly disappear below the dark waters splashing at your knees.
Your bra and panties quickly follow, scattered bits of expensive fabric swallowed by the pitch black below. A long string of your slick stretches tight, connecting you to the seat of your underwear. You can feel the strand break apart, tugging at your sensitive folds before splashing back along them. Levi seems entranced by the sight, eyes locked on your slick pussy as he tosses the scrap aside.
More treasures for his collection. Though, you're almost sure he’ll want to clean them up later.
“You really don’t have a covering…” The words sound breathless, almost in awe at your spread thighs. Levi’s fingers prod curiously at your outer lips, sliding along the coarse curls of your pubic hair. His thumb curiously prods at your mound, feeling the scratchy, wiry fibers beneath his scaly fingertip. No doubt an odd sight, one he hadn’t expected given his curious gaze.
Thumb and thumb, he spreads your lips wide open, splaying for his heated gaze. Petals falling open, you can almost feel them leaking beneath his gaze. You're slick, glistening in his humming blue light.
“…so wet. Is all this for me?” His voice sounds fascinated, in awe of your drenched pussy. At the question, his silvery gaze darts up to meet your own.
“Of course it’s for you.”
Levi releases a happy, thoughtless trill, tail slapping happily along the waves behind him. The heated gaze quickly darting back to your drenched sex. Spread this wide, Levi hungrily watches your opening clench beneath his gaze. You can’t help but throb openly for him, especially when he licks his lips at the sight.
Long fingers slide along your cleft, spreading the growing slick along your labia. The touch is teasing, both too low and too high. You whine, splashing your feet in the water at the taunting, swirling touch.
The soft, baby-scales along his fingers are a little bit gritty, but the friction is more than pleasant. They’re almost like calluses, roughened digits providing just a little more stimulation. They catch against your sensitive puffy skin, the slight bumps only making your mind whirl harder.
The swirl of his thumb against your clit almost makes you choke, mind buzzing and eyes barely focused at the stimulation. Gaze scorching, Levi peels back the skin around the sensitive bud with two of his fingers. You can practically feel yourself throb, heart beating loud in your ears, at his heated gaze.
Thumb still swirling along your clit, a finger curiously circles your entrance. You throb, opening quivering at the approach. The entrance is easy, despite the sharp tips of his claws. You're so slick, so utterly drenched, that the press of a second digit quickly follows. It’s a far easier stretch than his own, no doubt unused to fingering.
He can only reach so far in, limited by the webbing between his fingers. Glowing blue against flushed pink. Still, the stretch is sweet, pleasure flooding along the back of your head so much that you can nearly taste it. Bumpy fingertips drum rapidly, curling and sliding curiously against your slick walls. The stiff line of his webbing catches along your entrance, limiting the depth to his second knuckle.
His fingertips can barely, just barely touch the spongy spot along your front wall. The soft, squishy flesh that always makes you see stars. You quake, griping his shoulder desperately as your vision swims.
“There?” Levi sounds almost fascinated, voice brimming with excitement. His eyes locked onto your face, watching your features twist in pleasure.
“Mhmm,” you reply, stars already beginning to circle along your peripherals.
The other hand rises to palm one of your breasts, cupping the soft curve in his grasp. He still seems almost in awe, filled with wonder by your lack of scales. You can feel his fingers wind along the edges, where you know they would be. Will soon be.
“So soft.” His fond words only make your chest feel tighter; more desperate for his attention.
Nipples tight, they’re nearly burning in your arousal. High, stiff peaks along smooth plump skin, desperate for his attention. Throbbing the same beat as your swollen clit.
You gasp, nearly quivering at the first touch of his scaly thumb. He swirls it in wide teasing circles around the areola, the long nail barely brushing the peak with each winding pass. Wiggling and jolting in his grasp, you desperately need the digit just a bit higher, just a bit further.
Levi chuckles at your shimmying, thumb still refusing to meet your throbbing bud. The circles seem to even slow, making you whine, long and airy.
Finally, finally! Levi acquiesces, rubbing the stiff peak with his tinted digit. The baby-scales are just as gritty, just as pleasant against your chest as they are against your pussy. The constant makes you whimper, shuddering and gasping as he suddenly matches the winding pace drumming at your clit.
“God! Levi I…,” your words are cut off by a tight pinch. His forefinger and thumb wrapping around the stiff peak in tight, spiraling stimulation. It makes your vision tilt and your mind immediately goes hazy. Any stray thoughts dribbling right out of your ear, suddenly as liquid as the water splashing at your knees.
A hint of his sharp teeth skirts along the edge of your other nipple. They bite into the soft underside, no doubt leaving small purples bruises in their wake. Sucking at the soft skin along the curve of your breast, his hand never ceases plucking at the peak of its twin. Pulling you painfully tight, matching the swirling rolls of his thumb against your clit and his fingers against your walls.
“Ah.” Your grip on his shoulder suddenly becomes desperate. As if he’s the only life line keeping you from drifting off. You're not sure if you're going to drown or float away.
Levi pulls as much of your breast into his mouth as he can, sucking hard at the skin before pulling off with a wet smack. His tongue circles the tight bud, slick and hot against your sensitive peak. It’s so much that you can’t really see straight, can barely breathe.
Pink lips circling the nipple, his tongue continues wide, round swirls around it. Sucking hard at the nub, the pleasure of it is so sharp it borders on pain. You whine, helpless to hold in the sound among your whirling, pleasure soaked brain. The triple stimulation, nonstop and echoing one another, has you gushing, quaking in his grasp.
You’d stopped fingering him during the desperate removal of your clothing. Now your digits return, two this time, stretching him wide beneath your gaze. You suddenly need to bring him up to where you're floating high in the sky, to make him just as needy and desperate as you. It’s enchanting, watching his skin stretch around your knuckles with every thrust. His bright labia vibrates against your knuckles at every instroke, the light almost throbbing in need.
His cock is coming out, you can feel the head of it jerk against your fingers. Something round-ish and spongy that you can barely reach with your fingertips. Prodding your finger against it, Levi whines and jerks beneath your grasp. You can feel the vibration of his little noises right against your nipple, where he’s still suckling desperately, teasingly.
His fingers curl harder into you in retaliation, drumming against your walls. Right at that spot that makes you choke, vision swimming with bright spots. They make you throb yourself, gummy walls clenching tight around his digits.
Fingering each other like this, side to side, turned to face each other as much as you can along the ledge. The experience is so unique, so otherworldly, that your mushy brain can barely comprehend. It feels almost like a battle, some strange teasing competition over who can make the other break first.
You twist your digits, spreading them in a sharp scissoring motion against his walls. Levi whines against your breast, hips jerking beneath your grip and eyes fluttering beneath your gaze. The fingers at your gummy walls build to a frantic pace, rapidly jabbing at your g-spot and making you breathless.
His cock seems to jerk beneath your fingertips, the tip sliding closer and closer with each breathy gasp. You can almost feel the curve of it now, the hard ridge of its head spreading his walls wide in exit.
He lifts his head from your breast, rising to run his teeth along the column of your neck once again. The other leaves its position on your breast, now holding your hip in a tight clasp. Hot air puffs against your ear, his voice nearly ragged as he speaks. “It’s coming out. Don’t stop.”
Headless of his plea, you still your swirling fingers, resulting in a drawn out whine. Pulling the digits from his shuddering walls, he nearly kicks his tail in protest.
Sticking your slick fingers into your mouth, the taste of him fills your senses. Musty and rich, sort of like the flavor that always lingers along his tongue. Not too unlike the taste of your own slick, but possibly a bit richer, a smidge more bitter.
His jaw drops, stopping any form of protest, watching you run his slick along your tongue.
Leaning down, you slide your tongue along his soaked entrance. Kissing the glowing circle of his labia, lip to lip with your own. The slow and steady vibration of it almost immediately makes your lips feel a bit numb. You're forced to hold onto his hip as he jolts desperately against your mouth. His lips spread wide and openly glisten with slickness in the blue light.
His fingers leave you, making you whine against his folds. They rise, sticky fingers holding the back of your head gently as you run your tongue along his sex. He wiggles in your grip, trying to jolt towards you at your teasing touch. Circling your tongue around the ring of his entrance, you can feel him almost gush at the touch. You're forced to almost slurp, the warm liquid slick as it slides down your throat.
Pulsing past the tight ring, you're met with a loud groan; sharp nails digging into the back of your head. His walls are so slick, nearly gummy just like your own.
“Ngh. Guh. You're so.…” Levi’s voice is so gravely, so rough and deep as he’s forced to cut himself off with a groan.
You can feel the head throb against your tongue. The tip of your appendage is just barely able to swirl around the flared tip. It’s soft, the round curve of his head spongy against your tongue. It jerks, pulsing steadily closer to the tight ring of his entrance.
“F…fuck! It’s coming,” Levi groans the words so loud that it’s almost a shout.
There’s a spasm along the hard muscles of his abs. The puffy lips of his entrance stretch wide as his cock bobs out in one smooth motion. It rises up to a sharp curve, wetly slapping against his abs.
It’s thick, vaguely similar to a human penis if not for the dark blue shade. An even darker, trailing vein winds along the underside. The head is such a deep blue that it’s almost purple. An odd bumpy ridge runs along the bottom of it, ringing around the jutting base. Familiar white oozes from the tip to swell along the crown, dribbling along the side. It’s soaking wet, coated in the tacky slick from his slit. He’s still gushing, rivulets of the clear fluid leaking from the spread lips of his slit to drip down the length and along the underside of his tail.
You watch it bob and twitch in the open air, right in front of your face. Clasping it, his cock is heavy against the palm of your hand. The glowing labia is still visible, curled around the base of it in a fleshy ring. It almost looks like ruffles as well, winding puffy ridges folded along the bottom of the slick length. They’re still throbbing, humming with a bright electric light. The thought of it, vibrating against you with every one of his thrusts, leaves you breathless.
Wrapping your hand around the base, you stroke him lazily, pulling the skin from bottom to top, watching it shift in a familiar way. Blue skin bunching up to wrinkle around the head, before pulling tight in your continued descent. It jerks hard in your grip, aided by the suddenly desperate tilt to Levi’s hips.
You press a soft kiss to the rounded flare of his head. Licking along the throbbing vein at the bottom of the length, it bobs and jerks in your grasp. There’s such a sweet curve there, right along the bottom of his head. A rounded meeting of skin that’s nearly cute.
There’s a soft divot along the bell of the head, gushing seed just like any human man. Sliding the tip of your tongue into the small hole earns you a loud, breathy groan. Repeating the gesture, Levi helplessly tilts his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with desperate gasping swallows. You pull it into your mouth, lips wrapping around him to suck on the fat head.
Levi’s fingers dig into the back of your head. He looks delirious, eyes heavy lidded at the feel of your mouth.
“Wha? Wha’s this?” Mouth pursed in curiosity, Levi seems almost reluctant to ask, not wanting the unfamiliar pleasure to stop.
You pull off of his darkened length, making him whine at the loss. “Do Mers not give head?”
“I’m not really sure? I think it’d be difficult with our teeth.” The final word pulls his lips tight, revealing said pointy peaks to your gaze.
Ah. That makes sense. This might be the only time you’ll get to blow him. The thought makes you a bit sad.
“Then enjoy it while you can.”
Curling your tongue around the dark blue head, you lap repeatedly at the sensitive vein running along the underside. It’s so thick, you can practically see it throb with every bob of his cock. The stimulation makes Levi gulp desperately, wiggling in your grip.
You suck the tip back between your lips, cautious of your blunt teeth. Bobbing, you swallow more and more of him with every downturn, dark blue slowly disappearing between your pursed lips. Taking him as deep into your throat as you possibly can. Enjoying the desperate bite of nails along the back of your head, the loud needy trills escaping from somewhere deep in his chest.
The glowing ring vibrates against your lips with every downward stroke. He’s so slick. It still tastes sort of similar to your own lubrication, with an added tang of salt. Whether that’s from the slick itself or the white oozing from his tip you're unsure.
Levi thrusts into your mouth, a cautious desperate jolt of his hips. The movement presses his spongy tip against the soft palate at the roof of your mouth. “Can I?”
You nod, gripping his hips so that he can thrust into your mouth. Small jerky movements of his hips, barely lifting his scales from the warm stone. You can hear his tail jerk, splashing helplessly into the small pool.
He’s deep, the head of his cock jabbing hard against the back of your throat. It’s thrilling, deeply arousing hearing him lose himself like this. To hear him gasp and groan under your attention. The thick appendage throbbing against your tongue, leaking salt against your lapping appendage.
You hum, desperate not to gag at his frantic thrusts. You don’t want him to worry about you. He should just enjoy this since it may be the only time he experiences it. Still, tears build back up in the corners of your eyes. Beading along your cheeks, just as they had done several hours ago.
Levi pulls himself from your lips, brows drawn tight and eyes filled with sudden worry. Sharp nailed thumbs worry at the salty trails along your cheeks. “Are you okay?”
Pulling his cock back into your grip, you tongue the salty while trail dribbling from the flushed tip. “Perfect. You're just a bit wide.”
You swirl your tongue around the darkened head, watching his shoulders quake and shudder at the attention. Bobbing your head, you pull him back to fill your throat. A loud, helpless groan greets the entrance. Head thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing shakily as he desperately gasps in large gulps of air.
Levi begins thrusting again in sharp, cautious movements. His abs flexing and shuddering with every jerk of his hips. Nails biting into your scalp, combing your hair back along your head. Hot eyes watch the dark blue flesh stretch your lips wide, giving way for luminous, buzzing blue before every retreat. He seems almost reluctant to leave, to remove even a little bit of his cock from your hot mouth. A desperate, almost sad whine fills the air, breaking into a deep groan at every return.
Levi’s thrusts soon begin to get sloppy, rolling thrusts becoming desperate and needy. His voice gets higher, his usually deep tone light and airy. He’s loud, yet quiet at the same time. He seems incapable of really forming words, but the noises escape his lips are filthy nonetheless.
“Ngh. Guh. M’close.” Eyes pinched tight, he can’t even watch you anymore in his oncoming surge of pleasure. You can see it twitching in his rolling muscles, a telling tightness building along his spine. The sloppy, sloshing thrusts filling your mouth with slick desperation.
You feel his cock thickening, widening even further; bobbing and jerking deep in your throat. Pulling him as deep as you possibly can, you nearly choke at the depth, the sheer overwhelming width. The luminous petals at the base buzz, throbbing against your lips. His grip matches your own, as desperate along the back of your head as yours is along his hips.
“F…fuck! Fuck! Ngh. Gah.” Levi jerks, shoulders shuddering as he finally crests over his peak. His back shudders, muscles shaking as he comes.
Levi makes such a beautiful face in his ecstasy. Eyes pinched closed, his brows drawn tight in almost a pained grimace. His ear fins even draw tight to the sides of his head, fluttering a bit with every shaky shudder. Mouth opened up wide in a cute o-shape, his bottom lip nearly quivers with pleasure.
Cock throbbing hard deep in your throat, the Mer fills your mouth with salty white strings of his seed. They’re warm, every strand nearly hot along the back of your throat.
Levi takes deep, shuddering gasps as you pull his cock from your lips. It’s still rock hard, bobbing as if he hadn’t just come deep in your throat. The head of it seems almost thicker now, nearly a vibrant royal purple and still gushing silvery seed along its ridge.
He suddenly twists, pushing off the ledge and splashing into the pool to bob in the water in front of you. Hands smoothing along your thighs as they open to welcome his hips. The soft beats of his tail, splashing lazily along the surface, send smooth questing waves along your hips with every fluttering sweep.
Levi pulls you into a desperate kiss, no doubt tasting himself. He’d come so deep in your throat that none of it had really painted your tongue. The seed had merely drenching your mouth with flavor as it slid down your throat.
He hums at the taste, lapping rapidly at your tongue. The too long appendage sliding needily against your own, slick skin against slick skin. Tongue curling around your own before threatening to fill your throat, just like his cock had just done. To replace it, to taste his leavings deep in your throat. He seems to relish the taste, his mouth opening to breathe an airy groan against your own.
When he finally gets his fill, breaking away from your swollen lips to meet your gaze, his eyes are so hot they’re almost burning. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me, I…,” you're interrupted by another kiss, this one a soft peck. Quick and light, it’s gone before you can really meet his lips with your own.
“I do.” Fingers rise to swirl at the stiff peak of your breast, the soft scales of his fingers still a bit rough against the sensitive tip. The teasing swirl makes you whine, pressing the plump flesh further into the curve of his hand.
Teeth and lips worrying more tiny purple marks along your skin, his kisses wind long paths along your shoulder blades. The pain is so sharp mixed with the pleasure, it leaves you clenching, gushing for more.
Levi spreads more splotches of purple along your breast, the sharp points of his teeth just barely brushing your skin as he sucks a winding path along your flesh. Swirling his tongue around the tight peak, he sucks on the tip in one sharp draw. The pleasure of it is so high that it borders on pain, making you dig your nails desperately into the stone by your hip.
You're gushing, throbbing, and already missing the shallow jabbing of his digits. They may not have been deep, but his fingers are thick, far thicker than your own. Pulling away with a wet smack, the other breast receives the same treatment as its twin. A teasing swirl of his too-long tongue, and one quick hard suck at the burning peak. Blunt nails digging even harder into the stone, you can’t your head back at the pleasure.
His lips meander a mindless trail along your belly, sucking even more small dots of purple in their path. You suddenly, desperately wish you could mark him as well. That you could leave winding trails along his neck and along his abs. You can’t, not with his thicker Mer skin; not yet anyways. At the moment, you doubt you could even bruise him if you tried.
Sliding further and further into the pool, Levi leaves wet kisses along your belly. Leaving a slick, winding path of freshly sucked dark bruises in his wake, shiny in the thrumming bioluminescence. Sinking so that just his shoulders bob along the murky depths, his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, spreading you wide beneath his gaze. His back ruffles spread out behind him, floating along the top of the water like the trails of a long glowing dress.
You can feel yourself throb, entrance clenching desperately with him so close. With his eyes burning into you. “Levi? What?”
“Oh! I can see you fluttering.” The words are so embarrassing that they make you clench yet again. He licks his lips at the sight, making you throb openly for him. Gushing beneath his heated gaze.
You haven't really noticed before in your distraction, but his tail is glowing too. The long leafy ends thrumming a light, luminous electric blue. It almost fills the small pool, making the water below you nearly glow. It’s breathtaking, not that there’s much air in your lungs to begin with.
“Levi?” The Mer presses a quick kiss to your pubic hair, seemingly a response to your question.
His eyes are hot, almost liquid with rolling heat. He repeats the quick kiss, your public hair no doubt a bit rough against his puffy kiss-swollen lips. A hand rises from the water, spreading your lips to watch you glisten once again.
“Your turn.” The words are followed by a quick, teasing kiss to your clit.
His tongue is hot, even against your roiling heat. The slick appendage slides along your petals, spreading them even wider in their wake. His fingers come to hold them apart, watching you throb beneath his gaze. You have no doubt that he can see you twitching, your hole clenching desperately beneath his attention.
“So pretty.” The words make you choke, tongue suddenly too thick in your mouth to respond. You can’t even open your eyes, can’t even watch with your mind so dizzy with pleasure.
The tongue quests curiously along your petals, lapping along your folds in soft rapid beats. The pleasure of it is teasing, close but still too far. Wiggling, you attempt to guide him to the top of your cleft. To the throbbing, pulsing bud that’s so desperate for his attention. The grip at your hip tightens, halting your frantic attempt.
“Mhmm…patience.” Soft lips pull the dangling ends of your petals between them, sucking at them with a teasing hum. The pleasure leaves you whirling, grasping desperately at his hair.
“Sensitive.” The words rumble directly against your flushed labia, making you jerk beneath his strong grip.
Releasing the petals from his lips, his tongue begins to lap rapidly along the length of your cleft. Beginning just above your clenching entrance and stopping just before reaching your throbbing clit. Almost mimicking the way he kisses; long rapid laps along the sensitive underside of your tongue.
“Ah,” you're spiraling; mind fogging from the teasing pleasure. It’s not sharp enough, nearly shallow compared to what you need. “M’re. Higher.”
You lift a hand, digging your fingers hard into his undercut. Nails biting into his skin, trying to tilt him and guide him to your burning, throbbing clit. He groans, loud and trembling right against your labia.
Finally, finally the slick appendage curls around your clit, teasing the bud in wide circles. The strokes are firm, rapid, but just a bit too wide. You jerk, leg twitching helplessly at the touch, whimpering helplessly for more.
The high, tight swirls around the bud leave you quaking, gasping in their wake. Your thighs already shaking as your peak suddenly looms distantly along the back of your head. You can already hear it rushing in the back of your ears, like an oncoming wave.
“So sensitive,” Levi hums, teasing you once again.
“You…ah,” you start, cutting off when stars begin to streak across your vision. “You're quite sensitive yourself.”
Levi hums in response, lips buzzing directly against your clit. Sucking the swollen bud between his lips, Levi nearly groans at your pleasure. You almost drown him, squeezing him tight between your thighs and you keen loudly in building ecstasy. Shaking and shuddering; though Levi doesn’t seem to mind the tight clasp.
Long tongue swirling around the rounded hole of your entrance, you twitch and clench beneath the questing digit. It’s thin, a tad bit thinner than any humans should be, but still it stretches you a bit. Just enough for you to feel it, to relish it as it strokes into your gummy grasp.
It’s long, reaching further than his limited fingers could. Swirling against your walls, battering your sensitive insides. Slick even against your own lubrication, burning hot against your own heat.
“…so good. You taste delicious,” Levi groans, lips never leaving you with the words. His tail flaps happily above the water, you can hear it splash, sending waves up around your hips.
The slick length almost immediately finds that special spot along the front of your walls. The one he’d only just discovered with his fingers not too long ago. The puffy, spongy patch that always leaves you seeing stars. That makes you quake, spiraling rapidly towards an impossibly high peak. Long tongue drumming rapidly against your g-spot, you can already taste the oncoming climax. It rests right on the tip of your tongue, like a word just out of your reach.
“Levi…I’m,” you try to say, but you're already too close. Your tongue is too thick with pleasure.
“Open your eyes. Watch me when you come.” The tongue returns, prodding rapidly at your spongy g-spot.
It’s a struggle, you can barely open your eyes to meet his own. They’re hot; scorching and burning into you as he watches your face shift in pleasure. His tail flops happily behind him once again, lighting up the tiny cavern in its throbbing luminosity.
His dark hair is a mess, soaking from the water and tangled in your clawing grasp. The once firm part is now gone, giving way for a mess of frayed strands. The sight only makes you grip harder, ruining his hair further and pulling his mouth harder against your needy pussy.
Levi raises a hand, thumb coming to deliver rapid, tight swirls to your puffy clit. The pleasure of it is sharp, high unlike the rolling pleasure against your g-spot. The sight of him, groaning in pleasure at your taste, jaw working desperately against your pussy, has you even closer to the edge. To the high, looming cliff building along the back of your head and tightening in your belly.
“F…fuck. Levi.” You chant his name, nails digging into the fine hairs on the back of his head. It’s right there. Right on the tip of your tongue. Building, buzzing and throbbing in the back of your head like a high white-tipped wave. Threatening to drown you under the surf.
Levi groans, loud and airy. The sound vibrates right through your clit, right along your gummy tongue-battered depths. He’s watching you. Sharp eyes burning with desire, locked right onto your face while he enjoys the taste of your cunt.
You come. Helplessly, joyously falling beneath the oncoming wave. You try to keep your eyes open for him, to watch him watch you come, but your vision quickly spots with swirling spots of black. Ears ringing, head tossed back, you clench and clench and clench. Pulsing and fluttering uncontrollably in your climax. You’re gasping, long wheezing breaths, though you can’t hear the sound beneath the ringing in your ears.
You gush in your pleasure, slick dripping down the cleft of your ass. Levi seems to drink it all up in loud slurps, tongue barely leaving your fluttering grasp. The thumb at your clit slows to prod the bud in slow, soothing circles, making you throb just a bit longer in your peak.
Throbbing one last time, you can’t help but whine when his tongue leaves your depths. Eyes opening, you catch Levi running it along his lips, trying to gather up even more of your slick with the appendage. His chin is almost dripping, cheeks and mouth shiny in the low thrumming light.
You hadn’t known how long his tongue was, not really, but watching it stretch to gather the slick along his cheeks and up over his nose is nearly awe inspiring. It makes you throb, wanting it again. Immediately.
“You look so beautiful when you come.” There’s a slight tease in his voice, though his tone is surprisingly deep and rumbly. Watching him pillow his head on your thigh, wet hair dripping against your soft skin, only makes you throb again.
Levi’s eyes are still full of rolling liquid heat, warm as they watch you catch your breath. He’s still licking his lips, humming a bit as the pink appendage rubs against his puffy, now dark pink skin. You want them against your own.
“Kiss me.” You can’t help how desperate, how breathless the words sound.
Levi rises, water sloshing along your hips with the quick ascent. Obediently, he immediately cups your face and pulls you into a desperate lip lock. You immediately push the kiss into his mouth, lapping desperately at his tongue.
You can taste yourself on his tongue. Deep, musty and rich alongside the salt and musk of his own taste. It’s entrancing, captivating, and only worsening the need buzzing along the back of your head. You understand his need now; his previous desire to shove his tongue as far down your throat as he could. You wish you could, tasting yourself as deep as you possibly can.
Copying his favorite move, you push his tongue up against the roof of his mouth. Lapping at it hard with a volley of firm strokes. You can’t help but hum, the dual taste flooding your senses. Levi groans, an almost helpless sound, his hands sliding down to tug your hips against your own.
His cock is still out, still bobbing hard and heavy. It’s slick, tacky with his own juices. You can feel it drip, oozing slick against the skin of your belly. With your own groan, you shift your hips, letting the head brush against the hood of your clit. It feels so hot, so unusually warm like the rest of him. It’s practically burning, scorching against the heat of your needy pussy.
With several desperate thrusts, Levi slides his soaked cock against your slick lips, nearly choking at the sensation. It’s so slick, the both of you are gushing, practically drenched with need. The sloppy, slick sound of it only makes you throb even more.
You break the kiss, a wet smacking noise filling the air. Sliding your tongue along the side of his neck, Levi shakes more and more the closer you get to his finned ear. Practically quivers the moment your tongue means the sensitive carriage along the bottom.
“Levi, please. I need you,” you breathe the words directly into his ear. Thrusting your hips again, the mushroom tip of it catches against your clit one more time. It leaves you quaking, desperate, nails already digging into his shoulder in need.
Pulling back, his eyes meet your own in question. His gaze is strong, steady. Hesitant, yet still brimming with need. “Are you sure about this? There’s no turning back after.”
“Yes,” you reply, voice still airy but as steady as you can make it.
Levi’s eyes seem to search your own for a moment, looking for any longer fears or hesitancy. “I’ve never done this before, obviously. I know humans do this casually but…”
Fingers carding into the stiff baby-hairs of his undercut, you pull him a bit closer so that his nose brushes your own. “Levi. I’m sure. I love you.”
He takes a deep, shuddering breath. Pausing a moment as if to gather some strength. “Okay.”
There’s a sense of awe in his eyes; that this is actually happening, that you love him. He huffs, nudging your nose with his own to pull you into a quick, soft kiss. A small, shallow peck filled with fond wonder. He’s smiling, it’s so small that you can barely catch it, but there’s definitely a soft upward tilt to his lips.
“You're going to need to be just on the edge, at least for this first time. It’ll be easier once we can both be in the water.”
Using the hands at your hips, Levi pulls you to the very edge of the rocky ledge. You press your feet to the stone slope below the surface, only barely visible in the blue light. Spreading your thighs wide, the rough scales along the sides of his tail slide against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. One hand slides to clasp the meat of your thigh, sharp eyes watching it jiggle beneath his grasp.
You can’t help but watch his face as he experiences you for the first time. There’s something in the tilt of his jaw, the tense hold of his shoulders that already seems overwhelmed.
Levi’s eyes flutter a bit, ears flicking as he rubs the tip against your puffy clit. Dark purple nearly oozing silvery white against your puffy folds. He watches the movement, nearly hissing at the sharp pleasure against his head. His brows draw tight, teeth bared as he drags the fat head along your soaked folds.
Pleasure already humming high in the back of your head, the sight of him has you throbbing. The light jabs at your clit leave you whining; the soft glide along your petals has you nearly wiggling. Clenching uselessly around nothing, aching to be filled. Soon. So soon.
The head catches along the ring of your entrance dragging tauntingly around the clenching ring. A tease that leaves both of you groaning. It’s wide, the dark head unbelievably thick as it finally, finally presses into you. It’s easy, you're both so hopelessly leaky that there’s practically no friction. Still, the wide head leaves you whirling, almost breathless at the stretch.
Dark blue against flushed pink, he fills you with several smooth thrusts. Brows drawn together, his mouth is a tight o-shape as he watches his cock disappear. Levi is unusually quiet, given his earlier desperate groans. You don’t think he’s breathing, so overwhelmed with the unfamiliar stimulation.
He gasps, shuddering as he slides home into your depths. Hands desperately griping at your hips. Desperately searching for air in loud gulps, trying to collect himself. His normally sharp pupils now blown wide in pleasure.
“Shit,” Levi trills, lights buzzing frantically along his back. He seems very overwhelmed, scrunching his eyes tight and desperately digging his forehead into your neck. Quivering at the tight grasp of your gummy walls.
He’s so far in. The tip of him is jabbing, throbbing against you so far in your depths that it leaves you quaking. You can feel soft scales against the cleft of your ass. His soft petals almost lock with your own, lip to lip. Throbbing electric blue to swollen pink. They vibrate against you, sending steady thrums through your sensitive clit.
You're clenching. You can’t help it. Already you're throbbing, quaking and nearing your second orgasm. You can already nearly taste it on the tip of your tongue.
“Ngh. S…Stop fluttering around me.” Levi looks like he’s barely holding still, barely keeping from coming, eyes still clenched tight and face pressed into your neck.
You grip around him hard one more time, unable to stop the tight clasp. The soft buzzing along your clit is almost too much. The pace is slow, matching the steady thrum along his fins, but it already has you fluttering. The tight clench makes a choked airy gasp warm your neck, his shoulders quaking beneath your grip.
“Can’t stop…you're so…,” you gasp, desperately scrambling for words in your sensitivity. The pleasure is so sharp, so quaking and he hasn’t even started moving yet. “Levi, it’s so…”
You hold as still as possible, trying to let him get his bearings. It’s difficult, impossible to completely stop the desperate fluttering of your gummy walls, but you try anyway. Levi groans, hips jerking with every helpless flutter.
“Oh…ngh. Feels so good. You're so wet.” Levi retreats, slowly pulling out of you so that you can feel every inch of his cock drag against your walls. The wide curve of his head stretches the ring of your entrance yet again, nearly leaving the fluttering hole. You can feel every inch of it, dark blue spreading your entrance wide, before Levi returns with an equally slow thrust.
It’s a slow, teasing barrage of thrusts. Each one dragging the head slowly along your gummy g-spot before pressing hard into your womb. A long slow entrance; a lazy, buzzing rhythm against your throbbing clit; then an equally slow retreat. Over and over again.
“Levi, please!” It’s perfect, but you want more. You want him faster. The soft buzzing at your clit only further spirals your need at every ingress.
“You're so warm. Tight.” The words are barely a mumble against the skin of your throat. His tongue slides along your neck, tasting the building sweat along your skin.
He pushes away from you, finally gaining his bearings a bit. Levi stops to watch himself slowly slide into you, a slick foaming ring of white already forming around the ring of his cock. Jaw dropping, his mouth is wide and awestruck at the sight.
“Look at that. You take me so well.”
He pulls out as far as he can, watching the bulging width of his tip stretch the ring of your entrance. “Oh…look at that.”
“Levi, please. Faster.”
He growls in response, a sound both human and Mer. His tail kicks against the water in strong movements, helping him thrust up into you. Sharp flicks, nearly a swirling motion, his hips churning in the water below. You can feel the vibration of the fanned end slapping against the stone beneath your feet, stone against bright luminous flesh.
Levi sets a rapid, desperate pace. The angle jabs the head directly against your sensitive, spongy wall. You meet in thrust for thrust, rolling your hips in a desperate collision with his own. Wrapping your legs around him, his rough scales add a sharp bit of pain to your spiraling pleasure. You relish it, welcoming the sting. The loud, filthy slapping noise of skin meeting skin, and skin meeting scales, fills the room.
You're loud. You know you’re being noisy, but you're not really cognizant of it. Words are leaving your lips; you can feel the vibration of them leaving your throat; your lips moving against his neck. You think you might be chanting his name. Blubbering, filling the air with nonsense pleas, but you can’t really process it. All you can focus on is the almost too slick press of his cock into your pussy.
You're quaking; trembling. Rapidly spiraling towards a peak even higher than the first one. If his tongue had brought on a high white-tipped wave, his cock was building a tsunami. You can feel it looming right over the horizon, buzzing rapidly closer along the back of your head. Your toes are curled almost painfully tight, dangling in the glowing water behind him.
Every time you throb earns you a deep groan, vibrating from his chest and into yours. Levi’s spouting nonsense himself, releasing almost musical Mer noises that you can’t decipher. You think you hear his name for you, repeated somewhere in the chirps and warbles.
The hand at your back is almost trying to pull you closer and closer with every rapid thrust. Now overcome yourself, at some point you had buried your face into his neck, but you can’t quite remember when.
His light display is thrumming, almost buzzing with each of his desperate thrusts. Every time he presses deep his glowing labia vibrates against yours, giving your clit nearly constant stimulation. It’s too much, the pleasure is somehow simultaneously sharp and dull at the same time.
“I’m close. Levi I…”
You can’t even finish the sentence. The oncoming wave crashes into before you can even announce it. It takes all the air from your lungs, leaving you quaking and gasping for breath.
Pitching tight, all of your muscles pull taught before releasing in a simultaneous shudder. It’s all you can do to grip his back tight, nails digging into his skin as you finally achieve your devastating release. Mind going blank; your vision spots with black. You can barely hear your own voice over the high, metallic ringing filling your ears.
A high pitched moan fills the air, bouncing off of the high cavern walls. It doesn’t sound like you, not beneath the veil chiming in your ears, but it has to be. You clench so tight that you can almost feel every vein, every dip and curve along his shaft. Fluttering, throbbing as if to milk him into your gummy grasp.
“Ngh…gah. F…fuck. So tight. Gunna fill you up ugh.” Levi’s back fin puffs up as he approaches his end. Rippling, luminous layers of pleated cartilage pulling tight to rise high along his spine. You can see the bright glow even among the dark splotches swimming in your vision.
Sharp teeth bite into your shoulder, grounding him as he reaches his own peak. Levi presses as far into you as far as he can with several sloshing thrusts. The head of his cock is so deep that it’s nearly painful, the spongy tip kissing the sensitive entrance to your womb. He shudders, throbbing and filling you with strings of his hot seed. You can almost feel every individual spurt, painting your insides white.
In his pleasure, the ring of puffy glowing petals around the base of his cock begins to throb a rapid, drumming pace against your clit. The rolling pleasure, combined with the sharp pain of his bite, somehow sends you spiraling into an immediate second peak.
“Levi! Ah!” It’s less overwhelming than the prior, but your vision swims black nonetheless. It almost overwhelms you completely, nearly making you black out in its surge. Your thighs hadn’t even stopped shaking, only to begin quivering more rapidly at the third orgasm. Heartbeat loud in your ears, you can practically feel it throbbing in your clit as you drown for a third time. Clenching around his throbbing cock as it continues to spill and spill into your depths.
His cock seems bulge even bigger, the base thickening to stretch your entrance wide. It almost stings, nearly too wide for your sensitive opening. The vibrating beat of the petals is now high and rapid, pleasure sharp in your oversensitivity.
“Whas that?” You can’t even hear yourself speak, but you know your words come out slurred. Your tongue feels thick, slow and swollen in your mouth from the pleasure.
“Knot. It’ll fade in a bit,” he groans, tonguing the stringing bite mark along the curve of your shoulder. The pain of it makes you throb again, despite your over sensitivity. Your clit is so puffy, so swollen that it nearly stings; a sweet pain.
You can feel the odd ridge ballooning around the base of his cock, stretching your entrance to its limit. Plugging up your slit to keep you full of his too warm seed. You can feel it slosh inside you, sticky and thick against your gummy walls.
“You're still…,” you gasp, choking air into your shuddering lungs. “You're still vibrating…it’s…”
Levi continues thrusting, whining at his sensitivity but unable to stop. Unable to leave your tight grasp despite the stinging pain, holding your hip and pulling you desperately against him. They’re short jabbing thrusts that hit you far into your depths, the spongy tip ramming deep along your walls and never really leaving.
“You feel so good.” He trills his name for you over and over again, the uneven musical notes filling the small cave. Pretty Thing. Pretty Thing. Pretty Thing.
“M’re.” His words are a slurred whimper, eyes pleading into your own.
Pushing you to lie back down against the stone, the once warm slate now feels cool in comparison to your own heated skin. To the hot flesh pressed above you, chest to chest. Your tight nipples drag against his skin, briefly catching one of his own as he humps desperately into you. So close that the vibration never ends, his petals never leaving your own.
One hand rises to lovingly cup the back of your head, holding your gaze with his own. Leaning above you like this, the soft ruffles of his back fin fall over his shoulder. The bioluminescent light shadowing his face makes him look beautiful. Brightening his dark heavy lidded gaze, making his eyes glow almost a baby blue. It glints a bit off of his cheek scales, highlighting the high ridges of his cheekbones.
You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before. So over sensitive with sharp pleasure-pain. You can hear yourself sloshing with every one of his shallow thrusts. You feel almost too wet, too drenched to get proper friction.
Lips nearly touching, his nose is brushing right against your own. Hot puffs of breath brush across your cheeks with each of his whiny gasps. “Ngh! Guh! Ah ah! M’re!”
You aren’t doing much better yourself, lips spread wide in a desperate pant. “Levi! Ah!”
There’s tears building in the corners of your eyes, brought on by the sharp pleasure-pain. They bead along your waterline, blurring your vision before leaking down the side of your face and into your hairline. His gaze looks quite watery too, nearly overflowing with liquid emotion.
One of your legs rises beneath his firm grip, up and over his shoulder so he can thrust just a little bit harder; jabbing just a little bit deeper into your depths. You didn’t think it was possible, but he suddenly seems so much further in your gummy grasp. It makes you so much tighter, his cock spreading your walls to their limits with every sloppy thrust.
The stinging pull of his knot makes the pleasure so sharp, so good. Every rolling thrust threatens on the far edge of pain, the knot nearly pulling free from your clenching depths. Every ingress only stretches you even wider, stuffing you even fuller with the dark blue bulge. It has you nearly sobbing, gushing from overstimulation.
“M’re.” Levi looks drunk, eyes heavy lidded with pleasure. Love struck at the pull of your pussy, at every desperate whine that leaves your lips. His face is flushed such a deep dark shade of pink, curving high along his cheek bones and spreading down his neck. Ear fins flick, flutter to catch every desperate sound escapes your mouth. “S’good. Can’t stop.”
He hasn’t stopped whining either. His cock so over sensitive from his climax that his own pleasure borders just on the edge of pain. Every breath of air is nearly a desperate whimper, every thrust followed by a shaky shudder. His normally sharp, cat-like pupils are wide and round, boring into your own.
“Le…” It’s too much. You're almost too wet to come again.
He raises a thumb to swirl rapidly at your clit. The touch is so much more firm that the shuddering pleasure of his glowing labia. He whimpers, a long drawn out sound, when you flutter around him.
“One more for me. Please?” You’ve never heard him say please before. In all your time together he’s never used the word once. It’s been implied before, but definitely never voiced aloud. Here, now, in his desperation, he uses it openly.
“Levi! I can’t…”
“You can. Please?” His voice sounds so desperate, a deep pleasure roughened plea.
Using the hand cupping the back of your head, Levi pulls you into a desperate lip lock. No longer careful about his sharp teeth in his over sensitivity, you immediately feel the sharp points along your puffy lips. He pulls your bottom lip between the peaks, sucking sharply on the swollen flesh. There’s a sharp sting of pain, one that somehow begins to build yet another cresting wave along your peripherals.
You can taste red and iron on your tongue, the flavor filling your mouth and flooding your senses. It’s intoxicating somehow, impossibly arousing. Levi groans at the taste, tongue sliding into your mouth to lap rapidly at your own.
His thrusts are so sloppy, so uneven against your own. Every jerky upward thrust seems to batter your g-spot in a non stop barrage. The filthy, sloshing noise of his seed, slick –both his and your own, nearly makes you black out.
“Please? For me?” The words are barely a mumble, whiney and desperate against your lips.
You come again. Barely even feeling the peak approaching before your vision fades completely black. The metallic ring fills your ears louder than ever before, drowning out everything in its path. You can no longer hear his desperate, needy groans; the sloshing, tacky sound of his cock in your slick depths. The soft splashing of the waves disappears; drowned out by the drowning crest of your orgasm.
You're soundless, or you think so at least. Not that you could hear it either way. Mouth stretched wide, all you can do is release a breathy exhale. Loud buzzing, droning filling your senses before all of your muscles jerk impossibly tight. Back stretched, toes curled, head tilted back against the smooth stone. You release in a heavy, rippling shudder, so hard that your chest jerks with the movement.
Walls clenched so tight, the hard bulge of his knot makes you see stars, both in spiraling pleasure and delicious pain. Every throb of every vein feels clear as day against your sensitive walls, the sticky slosh of his seed startlingly apparent.
“Ngh! F…fuck!” His cock jerks a bit inside you, more hot seed splashing along your insides. He shudders, throbbing with the addition. Back fin puffing up high, thrumming with light behind his shoulders. A deep groan vibrating through your breasts where his chest presses against your own.
Collapsing on you, his heavy weight is welcome. A comfort, as your chest heaves desperately for air. The vibration finally stops, though the blue light still throbs in the darkness beneath your eyelids.
He presses kisses along your neck, tonguing the bite mark a bit as you come down. His chest rumbling a soothing beat to help calm your galloping heart.
“I love you.” He hadn’t said it back before, but he says it first now.
“I love you too,” you reply, finally able to open your eyes, meeting his own now that your vision has stopped swimming. His gaze is still warm, no longer brimming with lust but soft with fondness.
He holds you close, hand smoothing along your back as your heartbeat slows from its rapid pace. Peppering your face with a bunch of small little kisses, wet lips sliding all along your cheeks and nose. His tongue slides out, worrying at the salty tear lines along the sides of your face, before he replaces the marks with single wet kisses. He hums, a happy, satisfied trill, before pulling you into a soft lip lock.
The glowing light finally fades from his fins, sending the cave into near-darkness yet again. He’s soft inside you, or softer besides the bulge of his knot. His cock resting warm against your slick depths, holding the seed in. It’s almost too much, you think, you can feel some of it leaking around his knot to slide along the cleft of your ass. Despite his softened length, you still feel so full, almost filled to the brim with his seed.
You can’t really see all too well now, not with your human eyes still adjusting to the change in light. Despite the small beams of light coming from somewhere overhead, you can barely see his face right in front of you. Only his eyes, glowing a bit in the darkness, boring lovingly into your own.
The triple beat again. Pretty Thing. Followed by a new sound, single rumbling warble. Mate, you think it means.
You hum the sound back at him, not even hitting the first beat right in the attempt. Levi seems amused by the attempt, snorting a puff of hot air across your cheeks, but smiles softly in confirmation.
He presses a quick kiss to the glass laying between your collarbones; your constant reminder of him. In response, you prod a finger to jingle the earring hanging from his fin; his reminder of you.
“I can’t believe you're mine.” His voice sounds rough, tired from the exertion, but there’s an airy fondness to his tone. Almost as if he’s still in disbelief.
“You're mine too.” Raising your hand to curl into his undercut, you pull him into a slow lazy kiss. It’s all lips, slick and wet sounding despite being shallow. A slow, lazy glide, filled with joy and lassitude.
The swell of his knot fades, both a relief and a sensation you quickly miss. The closeness of it, locking you together to let you bask in the afterglow, made your heart fond. You whine as he slides from your sensitive depths. A long string of white stretches thin between you before snapping apart to paint the skin of your labia. He groans quietly, oversensitive as his cock slides from you, retreating back into his slit. You immediately miss it, feeling empty after so long.
The entrance still looks a bit puffy, a mixture of your slick decorating the lips of his slit. You're quite puffy yourself, you can feel globs of his seed ooze out to decorate your sensitive petals. They’re thick, nearly sticky as the seed leaks from your entrance.
He eyes the white globs of seed dripping from your depths. There’s hunger lurking in his eyes, something deep and masculine. He thoughtlessly runs his scaled digits along your puffy folds, gathering sticky white and pressing it back into your puffy entrance.
You whimper at the sensitive touch. He seems to jolt back to the moment, eyes darting from the seed decorating your entrance to your face and then back again. Pausing to watch a glob of white dribble from your entrance and down the crease of your ass.
Eyes locked onto the white leaking from you, he nearly licks his lips at the sight. Finger drum thoughtlessly along the meat of your thigh, sliding slowly back towards your sex. “I want to eat you again”
“M’ too sensitive.” You don’t think you could come again no matter how hard he tried. “Maybe next time,” you murmur, patting his back as if to sooth him.
With a deep breath, Levi seems to visibly shake himself, eyes finally rising up to meet your own again. There’s still some heat in them, but overall they seem fond, loving.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Somehow, his words aren’t the least bit surprising.
You're still a bit numb, limbs heavy with pleasured lassitude. Legs a bit fuzzy, filled with an odd buzzing static from being held in the same position too long. Levi pulls off the ledge, guiding you into the small murky pool of his home. Your home.
It’s deeper than you’d originally thought. You could vaguely see the bottom in the thrumming light of his arousal, but now it’s just dark beneath you. You can’t even really see your feet, the curves of your hips trailing off into blue darkness. You paddle your legs a bit to stay afloat, but it’s unnecessary given Levi’s firm grip along your shoulders.
Scaled fingers slide back along your cleft, careful of your sensitivity. They cautiously free your puffy petals from his sticky seed, before sliding along the reddened skin of your thighs. Up until the soft touch you hadn’t even realized that they stung; the skin worn a bit rough from his scales. Levi soothes the abraded skin regardless.
Arms twining around your back, Levi hugs you close to his chest in the dark water. Tail wrapping around your legs in a lax grip, like a comforting hug. “That was…I don’t have words,” Levi says, leaning down to press a kiss right above your heart. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
“It’ll be a bit different next time, I imagine.”
You can already sort of picture it in your mind's eye. Your tail tangled with his, locking you together. Your glowing labia entwined with his own in a sensitive, vibrating lip-lock. You wonder what color your scales will be, what features you might end up missing in the transformation.
“How long until I change?”
“I’m not sure, the stories always just mention sleep. Do you feel any different?” Hand sliding along your shoulder blades, Levi’s gaze seems to appraise your features for a moment. Searching for any sign of the upcoming transformation.
There’s still a slight buzzing in your limbs, the same odd, pin-prickly-static feeling filling your legs. You aren’t entirely sure if that’s from the sex or not. Legs muscles seem a bit tight, but that’s definitely from the strain. Your toes hurt from their tight curl, something you’ll no doubt feel for the last time.
Still, an odd itchiness buzzes along the length of your spine. Starting right at your shoulder blades, sort of a light pin-pricking sensation. It almost builds along the curve of your back, reaching an outright burn at the base of your tailbone.
“I feel a bit odd, actually.” Hand scratching along your back, you suddenly realize your fingers feel a tad bit numb. Not a lot, it’s almost like your digits had suddenly fallen asleep. They feel almost rubbery, jelly-like in their insensibility. Your heart might even be beating a bit odd, the pulse strangely quick along your neck.
You remember the bond. The magic that now connects you for the rest of your lives. “Do you feel any different?”
He hums, thrumming a hand over his heart. Long water-hardened nails drumming along the skin right next to the steady beat, closer to the center of his chest. “I can sort of…feel your heartbeat alongside my own. It’s odd…comforting.”
Feet paddling smoothly in the water, you suddenly realize you can’t feel them too well. Your toes are nothing but a distant buzz of static. Paddling suddenly seems too difficult, your slow limbs making sink dangerously into the dark pool. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, clinging to him as your leaden limbs threaten to pull you under.
“I… uh…can’t feel my legs anymore.”
“Come on.” Levi sounds a bit concerned now, voice tinged with worry as his hands pull you back to the rocky ledge. No doubt feeling the rapid beat of your heart, since you can hear it throbbing in your ears.
Pulling you up onto the ledge and into his nest, the seaweed is surprisingly soft beneath your skin. It’s thick, not stiff like a bird's nest as you had originally thought. Plush, sort of like a firm mattress. Flopping onto his back, tail dangling in the water, this is exactly how you imagined Levi sleeping.
The man quickly pulls you to lie across him, cuddling you up to his chest in the soft seaweed. Head resting in the curve of his pec, his heartbeat throbs calm and steady beneath your ear. Legs dangling in the water beside his tail, they’re now limp and useless. Full of aching, droning static.
Levi pulls your fingers against his chest, thoughtlessly fiddling with the digits. You can still sort of feel them, almost like they’re distant along your senses. His thumb runs circles along your knuckles, the scaly pads sliding along the blunt edges of your nails.
“You’ll have to teach me all of the trills and chirrups you do once I’m like you.”
Levi huffs, the breathy laugh bobbing your head in its resting spot on his pec. ”I will, once you can imitate me without sounding like a newly hatched pup.”
His fingers wind with yours, tugging the limp digits into a rough too-high handhold. His thumb thoughtlessly circles along your knuckles. You can barely feel the hard ridge of his finger-webbing.
“I hope my fingers stay the same.”
“Why’s that?” Levi sounds distracted, eyes locked onto your fingers in his grasp. They seem distant, yet still in the moment, as if he’s imagining tomorrow morning just as you are.
“You seem to love playing with them.”
Levi seems abashed for a moment, stopping the mindless looping of his thumb. Clearly, he hadn’t even realized he’d been doing it. You think you can see pink dusting along his cheeks, even in the dim light.
“Get some sleep.” The hand on your back slides soothingly down your aching spine. “I’ll keep an eye on you while you shift.”
“You're not going to sleep?” His eyes look a bit heavy. You remember him mentioning before that he doesn’t sleep much, but he looks exhausted from the previous exertion. “You don’t have to stay up for my sake.”
“I do.” He presses a hand to his chest again, right next to your head, where your heartbeat is supposedly thrumming alongside his own.
“Can I feel it?”
”I’m not sure?” Levi lifts your hand to the spot, still twined with his own. You don’t feel anything different, only the steady beat of his heart. Though even that seems muffled to your rubbery digits.
“I can only feel yours.” He’s playing with your fingers again, fiddling with them right above his heart. Curling his nails along your smaller digits, a soft smile on his lips. They feel completely numb now, the tips almost burning with that odd static.
You smatter a bunch of tiny kisses along his chest, unable to lean up to kiss him properly. Too heavy with whatever magic is filling your limbs. You’d been tired before, filled with lassitude from fantastic sex, but now you feel different. Your eyes are heavy, each blink is almost a struggle, tempting you to keep them closed. You suddenly feel like you could sleep for an eon, despite the sudden burning in your jaw. “Goodnight, Levi.”
He calls your name, pressing a firm kiss on the top of your head. “Goodnight.” The triple beat follows. Pretty Thing.
Its quiet, this small cavern. The only sounds are the soft lapping of waves; the cool steady drips of water from the stalactites above. There’s a soothing rumble of a storm far in the distance, the familiar sound only worsening your lassitude. You drift off to the calm, steady breathing of the man beside you. The love of your life. Your mate.
You were just two wayward souls looking for escape; brought together by the varying shades of the setting sun. An odd twist of fate, both brought together by an attempt to flee. To escape from things both simple and complicated. Wandering the long abandoned coast of your childhood, a special place, in a desperate attempt to escape from reality. Though you had no idea just how special it’d end up being.
Soon you’ll be just like him. Free.
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Not only am I going absolutely feral over the awesome 8 foot tall Chetney miniature when compared to Ashton* but I just spotted the giant stone tortle on the right of the first pic??? 🤔😂 Figured @dndeed might recognize it.
*congrats to the furries, monsterfuckers, and macrophiles who are no doubt rejoicing over this beefy 8 foot tall werewolf miniature that is anything but mini 🤣
#critical role#cr spoilers#cr3#chetney pock o’pea#ashton greymoore#werewolves#dnd minis#gonna tag this as#oh fuck he’s hot#because#the pecs and biceps and thighs oh my#cackling#my posts#tiefbeef talks
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Ohhhhh my god that Naga fic I am eating it up like a 3 course meal. I used to be obsessed with nagas and I completely forgot but this is just bringing it all back and I can’t believe it
I am fairly new to the world of naga porn I must admit BUT I AM HERE 🫡 HEHE MONSTERFUCKERS REJOICE !!!
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Do dragonborn have two :3
If I personally had to guess? Realistically? They probably don't really have any... At all. They're hatched, you see. If they do, it's probably closer to human, but they're hatched as a race so... I doubt it.
But because that's no fucking fun, I'm sending canon to Asmodeus down on Nessus and we're going with
YES
Monsterfuckers rejoice and unite and... Probably open yourself up a lil before attempting.
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A Constricted Centaur
M/M Explicit Monsterfucking
Sub Centaur Narrator x Dom Naga/lamia Boyfriend
Both characters have cocks
Contains constriction/bondage, cold-blooded lover, anal sex, blindfolding, dehumanisation/dumbification/degradation, dom/sub, mild temperature play, mild cumplay.
I can't see, but that just makes the touches across my body even more noticeable, my lover's cool scales coiling all about my body. His length is wrapped around my barrel, his human torso pressed against my own, his forked tongue tickling my ear as he hisses soft compliments.
I gasp as his tail rubs under my own, sending shocks up my body, and he winds tighter to me.
"Careful, pony."
His grasp is firm, and I can barely move inside his coils but I love the binding, so my tension and breath leave my body together in a long moment.
"Good boy."
I can say nothing in response as his mouth presses against mine. Our tongues push together, exploring the depths of each other. His sharp teeth are an edge of danger, made more enjoyable by the knowledge that he will never harm me.
While I'm distracted with the deep kiss, he continues to wind his tail around my hindquarters, getting himself into position to take what he wants. When all is ready, he breaks the kiss. Though I'm blindfolded, my mind's eye can see the grin his words carry.
"Ready for your ride, ponyboy?"
His cock is pressing against my hole, slick with lube, and I barely manage to gasp an affirmative.
"I didn't understand that." he mocks me.
"Yes!"
"Beg for it."
I'm so horny, I can barely think enough to string the sentence together, and my lover's body rubbing against my stiffened cock doesn't help.
"You're drooling, my love."
I know, I can feel the pre oozing out and across my lover's scales. I know he'll be loving the warm drops, he's told me before, it's all part of being his precious bodywarmer. The memories don't help, especially as his length teases my arse, and I whine. His silibant chuckles taunt me, and the embarrassed heat in my cheeks just fuels my arousal.
"Come on, if you want me to fuck your brains out, you need to start with some."
He knows his teasing is just making it harder for me, and that's the point. He's perfectly capable of keeping me here for hours, and has done, but this time I manage to screw together enough brains to gasp out
"Please...fuck me...crush me...plea...AH!"
I scream in delight as he rams himself into me, cutting off my pleas with a wave of pleasure.
"Good boy, that's all a dumb ponytoy like you needs to say."
He pulls back and thrusts in again and again, finding a rhythm that runs through his entire body, his muscles tight against mine, a glorious pressure that spirals up my body, along his many coils. My breath comes in gasps, my mouth lolling open as the sensuality swallows up all else. His fingers fondle my lips and tongue, shuddering with the pleasure of his thrusts as I clench my arse around his cock, desperate to give him some fraction of the pleasure he's giving me.
"Such...good...toy..."
His halting compliments tell me I'm succeeding, his breath against my neck becoming ragged with his delight. As constricted as I am, I can't do much, but that what I can is working brings me pleasure, a cycle of escalating delight that we both ride ever-higher. For long minutes we writhe and grasp at each other, he bathing in my heat, me rejoicing in his coolness, until he grasps me tight, a long hiss from between his teeth as he fills me with his climax.
"...good...slut."
Even in his fatigue, his body works my cock, and I do what I can too, what fractions of motion I can make to thrust into his coils, and soon I too come, a feral cry as my warm seed paints him thickly. He places a finger on my lips, chiding my lack of control, but with a condescensing expectation of my weakness, after all, I'm just a dumb pony slut. He moves higher, stretch up his body on the scaffold of mine, smearing my cum over the hair of my belly and back.
The dexterity of my lover lets him bind and release purely as he sees fit, and he chooses neither as he moves himself, lying his human body along my back, his coils wrapping around me as he settles into a tight grasp that will not slip from relaxed inattention, and I can feel his eyes close as he relaxes into my warmth and softness.
His grasp is better than any weighted blanket, and I, too find myself relaxing, the world drifting away as we bask in the afterglow of pleasure and in the touch and weight of each other's bodies.
#m/m#naga#centaur#lamia#gay#lgbtq+#queer#My writing#exophilia#also the centaur is autistic#it's not obvious but that's why the weighted blanket/constriction is so nice for him#because this is my self-insert and I'll be as indulgent as I want
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Picked up this romance based on the title alone, have to say it delivered everything the title promised.
Very mild spoiler review below.
Pros: It was a harlequin romance about falling in love with the internets favorite cryptid. Monsterfuckers everywhere will rejoice.
The overall writing was average, but average made for a fun read. Had a surprisingly hard and honest look at the damage mommy influencers do to their children by posting their entire lives online.
Cons: Mothman can look more human at will, this is an unforgivable dodge for monsterfuckers everywhere. Keep your monster a monster!
The female lead acts like a 15 year old, in part from being emotionally stunted from having a crappy childhood. Probably accurate, but it makes her unbearable at times, and you’ll wish Mothman would find someone else to have a mysterious romance with. Most other characters, except the Gaston analog, are fine.
Overall: 5/10 Cryptids
Eat her, Mothman, and let’s fly away together.
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Monsterfuckers rejoice we get to see Eris TF into the PERFECT final form for this i stg. Im still not over it. Drifter can have a hive witch gf, as a treat!!!!
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"Come here."
The thought drifts through your mind like sand through an hourglass, light and unobtrusively resting upon your consciousness in the same manner that the chill of the evening rests upon your skin. The thought brings the same bite as the chill: a shiver that starts at the base of your spine and comes to a rest at a brief shake of your shoulders.
"Come here."
It almost feels like a whisper, tickling at the inside of your ear. A ghost of breath across the back of your neck, joined by a mental weight around it: the feeling of not being alone, despite nobody else being around. The feeling of being watched. And yet the nerves of your body find no alarm in this; there is only that curiously unconcerned placidity that accompanies your awareness. For all that you feel and are aware, the thought might well be merely a songbird, singing its evening melody to the moon outside.
"Come here."
You are on your feet, not being able to exactly say for sure at what point you rose. The floor gives a creak as a gust of wind strikes the walls, the windows revealing the outside to be rich with an unnatural fog made bright by the waxing moon, an unnatural curiosity that seems so unimportant at the present time. Your thoughts are beginning to feel heavy, and slow; each step like walking against a current of water, each word in your head like shouting against a buffeting storm. And, cutting through with the ease of a thunderbolt:
"Come here."
Your tranquil placidity follows you as you step outside, letting your door slowly swing shut behind you. The ground is cold against your bare feet, the night air cold against your bare skin, and yet you walk forward unhurried. You have an awareness of these things, yes, but they seem so distant, so unimportant. So many things seem so unimportant, now, faded away.You walk until the fog surrounds you, a glowing grey that seems to muffle all sound. You stand still for what might have been a minute, what might have been an hour, gently swaying to a tune snaking and winding through your mind like a river.
You stay swaying as the arm appears, curling around your waist. Its grip on you is gentle, and the hand that is as cold as stone is soft as it caresses your side. The thought appears once again, this time felt and clearly heard, whispered directly into your ear by soft lips that brush against you.
"Come here."
You are pulled, so slowly, so gently, backwards, and feel your back bump into your mysterious companion. Their lips have moved down to your earlobe, the hand around you having drifted down to your hip. A wafted scent of a metallic tang greets your nose as your companion's other arm appears in front of you: an arm bare to the elbow, with a grisly gash below the wrist. The flesh does not move as it ought, does not ripple and flex beneath the skin as the arm moves, and the glistening wound drips only a single unnatural drop of blood as it slowly moves towards your mouth.
"Drink."
The arm is cold against your lips, and as your tongue laps at the freezing blood a warmth ignites within you. It overwhelms your senses, tasting of fruit and sweetness and intoxication. The arm around your waist tightens as a sharp sensation blooms at your neck, and you are drifting. Your eyes fall closed as you suck, drawing more blood into your mouth as you feel a coldness developing in your neck; where once you had been walking against a current now you are lost within a vortex, twisting and spinning as your strength leaves you. You drink, and are drunk from, feeling your throat work to bring the cold blood into your body and feeling your heart beat to pump your warm blood out. As your knees weaken, the hand at your waist rises to keep you upright, and it is only sweet sensation as cold fingers spread across your chest, only sweetness as the stranger begins to toy with your body as they feed.
~🪞
(Happy Halloween!!!)
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EAT UP MONSTERFUCKERS, REJOICE
#wonderful thank you :)#as always your writing is wonderful!#🪞#monsterfucker#exophilia#vampire#vampires
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Monsterfuckers rejoice, or don't. Dai Ja Ni Totsuida Musume exists and the 500 year old snake husband has anatomically correct penises.
#Dai Ja Ni Totsuida Musume#monsterfucker#it's not anything particularly spice#lemon at best#but whatever; two barbed penises#unfortunately sensored by japanese law#edit: They limed.
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