ddrmp

[ddrmp]

NSFW, Minors DNI, smut.

Thief 6

You fearfully believed that his “brute force” method was going to involve a lot of men, in an unending train, so instead you ask him to help you return to the manor and find a way to remove the curse there. You were scared that trying to overcome the curse that way would fail, leaving you fucking an endless trail of cocks, only to get hungrier for the next each time they shot their load inside you and pulled out. Just thinking about it had you drooling, leaving you scared you’d love every moment of it and be lost to being a pleasure hole, lost to the sensation and never escaping the constant, desperate, need. You were already struggling not to take his softening cock back into your mouth. You couldn’t even find the determination to stop kneeling in front of him like a pet waiting to be commanded or praised.

Ergos crouched down to look you in the eyes, and you just stared back blankly, barely focused on his face. Despite your efforts to not think about it, your mind had headed down that rabbit hole and you’d started to fantasize about being railed by dick after dick, imagining the feeling of cum from countless dicks being pushed out of you with every thrust. Maybe it wasn’t too late to ask him to do that instead?

“You’re a lost cause if you think you can walk through town like this.” He patted you on the head like a puppy, then gently wove his fingers into your hair as best he could. “Let’s get you to your… well I guess this pile of blankets is your bed.” He pushed and pulled on your hair, manipulating you to stand up and walk with him. You had no ability to refuse. If anything, you found yourself leaning into his hand, surrendering control happily. He could walk you outside right now, naked as you were, and you’d feel so content and happy with his hand against your head you wouldn’t care. You felt almost disappointed that he wasn’t taking advantage of your mindless state, as he helped you into your bed.

As soon as you were lying down, he pulled out a pinch of dust from a pocket and blew it into your face. The sleeping powder immediately made you drowsy, and you could feel the room sliding away from you.

“Good girl, sleep. In the morning, let’s go see the wizard.”

Dreams washed over you, covering you, smothering you. You couldn’t follow anything. As your sleep settled deeper and deeper the itch gradually subsided, and eventually you woke feeling almost normal.

Ergos was still sleeping next to you. You tried to get up stealthily, but as soon as the blanket covering you both shifted, he woke. He stared at you for a moment, and you stared back. Thoughts of last night were trying to fight their way to the front of your mind, while you were consciously trying super hard not to think of any of it. You needed to stay focused.

He nodded as he got up. He was obviously happy that your eyes were no longer glazed over. You hastily got ready while he left to grab some bread for breakfast, joining him in front of the blacksmiths a few minutes later.

The trip back to the manor was simple, but once you got closer you had to decide on whether to enter surreptitiously. Eventually you decided that just walking through the front door was smartest. The mage knew you were cursed, and knew you would eventually grace his doorstep again looking for a cure. Ergos wasn’t too sure about this plan, but decided to stick next to you as a chaperone. It seemed he was worried you might break down into heat again at any moment. There was also a chance that his concern was simply to make sure he was there when you do. Ergos was not really a complicated man.

The manor had a large white sandstone wall fully around the perimeter, with few entry points. Either side of the ominous front gate were stone gargoyles resting on the wall. From your original reconnaissance over a month ago, you knew they were crafted golems that act as guards for the premises.  Your thought was that if you were expected to return, they would recognise you, or at least the cursed marking on your neck, and let you inside. As their heads turned with the unmistakeable noise of stone grating against stone to look at you, it took a fair amount of self control not to flee.

Thankfully your gamble paid off, as their tails wrapped around the gate and opened it enough for you to enter. They even didn’t baulk at Ergos entering too at your side, but you could swear they were smirking. Somehow having a golem know your cursed situation and the likelihood that you had banged this guy next to you, and that you were pretty much crawling back here with your tail between your legs to beg for the ability to cum again, was actually incredibly embarrassing. With your head down, you made your way hastily up the path to the main building, hoping that Ergos hadn’t noticed your bright red cheeks.

The front door opened before you reached it, and the mage was standing there with a goofy grin on his face. To your relief, he was wearing clothes this time. For some reason you thought you were going to have Ergos asking why the mage is naked.

“How goes the wonderful curse? Found a solution yet and come to brag to me about it?” The mage was unbelievably cheerful.

You wanted to strangle him. Once you pointed out the curse marks still on your skin, he seemed less jovial.

“You know… I had actually hoped you’d broken it. Because if you had then you might have found a solution to my problem as well. You know the one,” said the mage. And then the smile flashed back on. “Well, come inside, I’m sure we’ll have to make you comfortable and see if we can help the curse.”

Ergos was keeping silent, but definitely had started to eye up whether he needed to subdue the mage. You signalled for him to wait, as the mage seemed happy to help. While things were going smoothly the last thing you wanted was random violence.

The mage led you to a warmly lit room, with a few large chairs that had cushioned upholstery, facing each other around a circular matt carpet made of reeds. The couches were very nice to sit in and could easily fit a few people per chair. A female servant wearing flowing white robes came in with an amphora of wine and served some to a small table beside you before tending to both Ergos and the mage.

“Now,” the mage sat leaning forwards on his chair as he pulled out a book. To your disbelief he started to take notes. “I need to know two things. First, have there been any side effects on the curse, other than the inability to reach satisfaction? And secondly, have you had intercourse with anyone since you left here?”

You paused, not sure how you felt about the questions. Then again, you had come here for his help and this is going to be the price to pay. Also you had just stopped Ergos from mugging the mage from a much better position, so time to eat the toast you buttered you guess.

The first question was obvious, you’d suffered a boosted libido, ghostly molestation, and an inability to sleep properly. He scratched these comments into his book, nodding and smiling. He was so excited to hear about how it affected you, as if your week had been nothing but a game. You wanted to wrap your hands around his neck. It took a lot of focus to stop yourself from jumping him or signalling Ergos to kill him.

When you commented curtly that you’d fellated Ergos the night before, while being molested by the specter, the mage’s eyebrows shot up. He turned to Ergos, and asked in panicked excitement to see Ergos’ neck. Ergos did so, pulling his shirt down slightly. When the mage gasped, you turned to look and saw the faint markings of the cursed tattoo on Ergos.

“He’s been slightly infected from transfergence coincidal. The timing must have been so close, and the only protection he had was that he didn’t actually fuck you. Truly amazing. I must know good sir, have you been able to reach satisfaction since your time last night?”

Ergos stared blankly in response to the question. He turned his blank stare to you, so you told him of the faint marking. He sighed, leant back into the cushions and held his arms up in a mocking shrug.

“Oh, you didn’t know? Well, why doesn’t my lovely companion here see if she can help you discover the extent of your curse?”

The servant with the wine had been standing to the side for the duration of the conversation. She placed the amphoras down and moved to kneel between Ergos’ legs. He shuffled back a little awkwardly and glanced at you.

You shrugged, you have no claim on his cock. He was just a handy one last night, not one you had any lingering attachment to. You’d already explained to Ergos that this place seems to be in a perpetual orgy state, so he didn’t fight the removal of his pants and let the young woman get to work.

The sight of his dick, grasped in her hands and swelling quickly, brought back thoughts of the night before. As she lent down to take the head in her mouth, you found yourself wiping away drool. You were mesmerized, unable to look away. The fire had been lit, even if it was low right now you could feel the wetness building.

Ergos seemed to be loving the attention, eyes closed and rocking his hips gently to the hand sliding up and down his shaft. You might be wrong, but his balls seemed a little swollen compared to when you saw them last night. Maybe her touch was better than yours. His happy little moans were just pouring rocket fuel into your fiery loins.

The mage had shifted seats to now be next to you. You couldn’t look away from the blowjob in front of you, but you were still able to hold back from joining in. As the mage continued to talk in your ear you did everything you could to focus on his words.

“I’m not sure he’s going to be cursed like you, but he’s probably at least affected by the increased libido. This is good news, as it means the curse is still 100% on you and I think I can work with that.” He put a hand on your thigh, and you shifted without thinking to lean back and spread your knees apart a little. “The curse seems tied to the ghost, so the aim is to have a little summoning circle set up to bring it forward along with the necklace from your neck. Manifest. Solid. You get it I think. Once it is in this world we can either set it free, which would be wonderful but probably a bad idea. Or, we could trap it back within the necklace.”

His hand stroked up your naked thigh. You hadn’t noticed when your clothes had vanished, but being naked felt better anyway. Taking a moment to glance at Ergos you noticed he was fully naked now, grabbing the top of the woman’s head and thrusting deep into her mouth. You didn’t have long to think about that as a small buzzing stone was placed against your pubis, shaking and vibrating against you.

You looked down to see the mage had placed a small gem against your skin, and it was stuck to you even when he removed his hand. The vibrations sunk deeply through your skin, filling your desperate insides with intense pleasure. Moans escaped you, unable to be held back against such a strong, almost brutal, assault of sensations.

The mage stepped to the middle of the couches, and pulled away the large reed matt. Underneath was a carefully crafted magic circle, carved into the stone floor. It was likely the work of over a week, from the intricate details on each circle. At least, you would be thinking this if you hadn’t found that you were able to reposition the gem and had moved it to just touch against your heavily throbbing clit. You found yourself slumping down more in the chair, bringing your feet up to the edge of the seat while your knees went out wide. The gem was your new best friend, one that you would never let go of. Your pussy demands it.

From this wonderfully exposed position you could also watch Ergos groaning as his overly swollen member started to yearn for release, forcefully facefucking the girl now. She’d have already experienced much worse from a certain werewolf, so you had no concerns as to whether she could take it. You were pretty sure you were starting to hear happy little umfs from her between each sloppy thrust. You were actually starting to get a little jealous. Why didn’t you have a cock nearby to fuck you?

You could see the mage chanting while lighting candles. He definitely knew how to fuck. Which dick did you need more?

.

Do you:

Grab the mage and force him to fuck you

Push the servant off Ergos so you can ride him

#smut #aphrodisiac #cnc

[ddrmp]

NSFW, Minors DNI, smut.

Thief 5

Things were getting a little desperate now. It had been a few weeks since you decided to flee from the sorcerer's mansion. The escape itself had been surprisingly easy, and as you already frequently traveled the city unseen being naked didn't really concern you as much as it should have. After you had found your way to a safe stash and redressed, you decided to continue on your usual day to day as if nothing had gone wrong.

That was a mistake, as things had definitely gone wrong.

Every day the itch grew. The feeling of slippery need simmered away. After a few days you noticed you were starting to imagine any of the larger men you saw grabbing you and fucking you. After a week you gave in and tried to scratch the itch by yourself before you did something stupid. But trying to scratch it away confirmed something you feared.

The damned curse had definitely not gone away. Ignoring it had made everything worse. The necklace was still etched into your skin, mocking you whenever you saw it in your reflection. Your body was set now into an eternal heat. You even found yourself humping your hands whenever you woke up.

Trying to "self-satisfy" didn't nothing to help the ultimate problem that you couldn't cum. No matter how hard or soft you went, how long you drew it out, it didn't matter. The worst was when you rubbed your clit so raw that it started to hurt. Thankfully you managed to sort that out with a carefully purchased healing potion mixed with sleeping powder to make a powerful healing relaxant. You slept well that night, even if the dreams had left you even more soaked than the new normal.

To be fair, you were doing your best to control the issue and had started looking for a way to break the curse. To make things worse though, last night the curse manifested in a new way. An ethereal specter had appeared at sundown. One that only you could see, that only you could feel. It had spent a while stroking and caressing your skin, squeezing you in sensitive places. It had stopped short of directly touching you, thankfully, before vanishing again. The timing had been incredibly awkward, as you were trying to buy some food and you'd found yourself staring slack jawed at the server while your pussy twitched and throbbed in your pants.

Today again yielded no results in your search for a cure, leaving you pacing angrily back and forth in your room. Knowing the sun would soon set, you had returned to your current safe house - an empty loft above a blacksmith. You chose here due to the thick stone walls, designed to hide the noisy metal work done below. This was a perfect place for a cursed thief who might struggle to keep her voice down during certain activities.

The day had left you hornier than ever, craving to be touched. Maybe the problem lay with you trying to handle things all on your own? Maybe the specter was actually a blessing, something to help you get over that edge. Maybe your mind was just too far gone from the feeling of emptiness and the memory of that merciless werewolf cock. Just even the glancing thought brought up the memory of how good it had felt to be so filled and stretched.

You thought about running from the specter, trying to dodge it for however long it manifested for. But before you could make up your mind, you noticed out of the corner of your eye the captain of your thieves squad just sitting idly in the small window. He was calmly watching you, while in contrast you felt a growing panic that any moment now your sex mad body was about to be caressed by an invisible hand and there was no escaping from the room.

"You know, you look fine.” He hopped off the sill and walked towards you as he spoke. “Here I thought I was going to find you seriously injured. No one knows what happened in that mansion, except the rumor that you barely escaped with your life. Didn’t think you chickened out so easily, sloppy work."

He didn't need to say that, you knew it had been sloppy. So very sloppy. And now he has you thinking about the werewolf cock and it's sloppy cumshots down your throat. You wanted to respond angrily to Ergos, but right when you opened your mouth you felt an ethereal hand rest itself gently on your hip. Instead of giving a snarky reply, you let out a tiny little yelp of surprise. Feeling yourself blushing both with embarrassment and arousal, you looked downwards to avoid his eyes.

Ergos came closer, grasping your chin in his fingers to force you to look up at him. You move to take a step back to break away from his touch, but find as soon as your foot touches the ground behind you, hands grabbed at your ankles. You were stuck with your legs fairly spread apart, and his hand was still on your chin. As he pulled your gaze upwards, you felt a hand grabbing between your legs. It rested itself against your cursed pussy, and you couldn’t help yourself or stop yourself from enjoying deeply the sensual touch. Even while Ergos was so close, his hands on your face, you still pushed your cunt against the fingers, rubbing them along your slick lips. You were starting to wonder if Ergos would notice you masturbating against an invisible hand infront of him, or if he would simply take advantage of your uncontrollable lust. You already knew if he tried anything on you, you would just be wet putty in his hands. Those fingers against your cheek would feel so good in your pussy right now.

As Ergos raised your face he noticed your new tattoo. He forced your head to the side to expose your neck, and touched the cursed mark with his fingertips. You never knew your neck could be so sensitive to someone’s touch. You wanted him to grab your throat and choke you, take control of you, to show you how weak you were to his demands on your flesh. Imagining the weight of his hand on your exposed neck sent shudders through you.

“Absolutely sloppy. I know this type of marking, you got cursed.” Surprisingly his tone wasn’t mocking you. There was a clear undercurrent of laughter, and he seemed to be earnestly curious. “You didn’t come to the tribute meeting because of this… issue?  Going by the smell of the room that is?” Of course he would notice the smell clinging to this room. Bastard. He could tell you were barely holding on and he still hadn’t started to overpower your willing body?

The spectral fingers were stroking back and forth across you now, unimpeded by your clothes. They were getting rougher, grabbing and pushing against you. They pulled away to give you a quick slap on the pussy, causing another involuntary yelp from your lips. You could feel your eyes starting to glaze over as your brain focused more and more on the sensations.

The fingers finally dove in, sliding inside with ease. You could feel them twisting and turning, pulling against your walls as they started to stretch you out. All you could do is whisper for help. Ergos released his hold on your face, and stepped in close to wrap you in his arms. The hug was comforting, but while being molested by invisible magical fingers your entire body was trembling with lust and your hips were trying to thrust into him desperately. You could feel his growing erection against your abdomen. You wanted to reach into his pants and free it, to stroke it, to make it cum all over you. You could hear his heart beating as you smushed your head against his chest, burying your face into his shirt so he couldn't see your eyes rolling upwards. The mild smell of his sweat was adding to your desperate need to be used like a cheap whore.

He unfolded his arms from around you, and there was a slight downward pressure on your shoulders. You didn’t know if it was the curse or Ergos, but you didn’t resist and collapsed to your knees. Finding yourself face to face with the crotch of his pants, you could feel the heat and see the lump of his swelling cock through his trousers.

“I need a bit of time to think,” he says, while pulling his half hard cock free from his trousers. He rests it softly on your upturned face.

Within moments you are steadily sucking and throating his meat, letting it feed and fuel your cursed pussy. You had never needed to have your face so full of cock before in your life. The fingers inside you were delving deeper, stretching you in ways you hadn’t ever felt before. You could feel them up against your cervix, strumming it relentlessly. It was hard to keep steady as your hips bucked against the air, but the captains hands on the back of your head kept you anchored.

“Did this happen at the mansion?” He asked, pulling your head back so you could answer. The cock popped from you mouth, and you let out a loud sigh, almost a moan, as you swallowed and breathed freely for a moment. But rather than answer him, you plunged your head back down onto his cock, taking it as deep as you could. It's weight filling your mouth was the most satisfying thing you had felt since leaving the mansion, and you were desperate to not let that feeling go.

He responded to your cock lust by threading his fingers through your hair and forcefully wrestling you back off his dick. The pain in your scalp almost brought you to your senses. Almost.

“If it was a local curse, then it will be breakable. I can already think of two ways to fix this.” He was panting a little, his cock jumping around as he talked. Obviously he was keen to shove it back into you, but these pesky words needed to be sorted before he’d continue to ruin your throat with his cock. “The first is to go back to the source, find a cure there. The second is to brute force the curse, overload it until it breaks.”

You were trying to listen to him. Focusing was already hard, but to make things worse, you could feel a large ethereal dick sliding into your cunt. You honestly just wanted to be fucked and suck on his dick, not make life decisions. Ergos finally gave up his resistance, and you immediately and aggressively force your mouth around his cock again.

He angrily started fucking your face, rough thrusts that filled your mouth and pushed his cock down your throat. Maybe he was anger fucking your face because he really wanted you to answer, and all you wanted was to fill your face with cock. You could feel his cock scraping against the back of your mouth as it shoved deeper, making you gag. With the gag your pussy squeezed harder in preorgasmic bliss around the specter cock.

As he grunted and came heavy down your throat, part of your mind felt an orgasmic like release. There was an intense feeling of satisfaction from making him cum with your body. Rather than satiating your lust, you found you wanted to be used more and to make him cum more. The itch was burning bright as ever. You’d just sucked off your Captain while being fucked by a ghost, and it was fueling a need to be used as a submissive cumrag even more. The taste of his cock and cum in your mouth had you drooling for more.

You noticed that the specter was gone. The hands that were grabbing you, the cock inside, had all vanished.

Ergos pulled you off his softening dick, and asked you again what you want to do.

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Do you:

A) Go with him back to the sorcerers mansion to search for a solution

B) See if Ergos has a brute force method to snap the curse.



#smut #cnc #soft dom #denial #aphrodisiac

[ddrmp]

NSFW, Minors DNI, smut.

Thief 4

There was almost no conscious thought about what you should do, as you were lifted from the bed. You spread your legs outwards, and brought them legs together around the beasts hips. You had planned to impale yourself on his raging erection, but instead had just lifted it and trapped it against your cunt. You were holding yourself so tight against him you could feel his heartbeat against you. You couldn't help but clench every time it throbbed against your poor attention starved clit.

He climbed forwards onto the bed, his hand still roughly wrapped around both your wrists. Effortlessly he pushed you into the mattress with his body above yours, trapping your arms fully extended above your head, and started thrusting his cock along your saturated lips and throbbing clit.

With his free hand, he angrily tears your shirt and thief armor from your body, releasing your breasts to his view. There was nothing but pure animal lust in his eyes now, you were nothing more than a meatsock for him to fuck. His mouth opened slightly and drool fell onto your naked skin.

The thrusts sliding along your cunt were getting more frantic, and you found your mind consumed by the sensations of his dick. The smoothness, the subtle bumps and ridges, the heat. And then he thrust further than before and you felt his knot smack up against your clit like it had just been spanked.

The cock slid down again, and you braced yourself as the entire length slipped along you again, ending again with that glorious impact. This time he stayed there, and you could feel his throbs and twitches intensely. Looking down you could see a string of precum shoot from the tip, clear and viscous, and land between your exposed breasts. You swear you could see the cock swelling with each throb.

Bringing his jaws closer to your neck, he started the sliding thrusts yet again. You started trying to raise your hips into the impact of the knot, to get it to hit everything nice and hard. Even the knot felt like the impact was hitting more than before. Had he used magic to keep it smaller so it would fit in your mouth? Whatever he had done was wearing off, and you were having serious doubts about having it inside you.

As if he could smell your fear, he slowly pulled it back just that little bit further. As he did, you could feel the ridges under the tip of his cock bump their way over your clit. It took all of your control to hold still, as your cunt wanted to push itself up and claim the cock hungrily.

His entry into your greedy hole was slow but steady. With your hands trapped, and the sheer difference in strength, there was no escaping his lust. Inch by inch pushed it's way into you, the stretching sensation scratching an itch you didn't even know you had. He had spent so long tonguing your pussy, making sure to prepare you for this. He was getting ready to completely enter you, balls deep, and pump you full of his cum.

He was planning to breed you.

Keeping you pinned, he pressed his cock deeper and deeper. You gasped as it pushed your cervix to the side and kept stretching your pussy deeper.

"Please," you don't know why you spoke, it was like something inside your mind had broken from the layered pleasure of being his fuck toy, the stretching of your pussy, the helplessness where you might as well be tied up. "Fuck me."

As you felt the knot kiss against your lips, he drew his hips back and started to brutally fuck into you. He would impact hard enough for you to yelp, but thankfully the mattress took the brunt of the weight. His knot smacked against your pussy again and again, and all you could do was pant and moan and try not to pass out.

You could hear his breathing speed up, you could feel the tension in his muscles as he pushed against you, and you could feel the swelling of his cock as he came deep inside you. He kept thrusting, trying to push his knot in as he came but you were not able to accommodate it's girth. Not sure if it would have been easier though, as because he couldn't fit it in, it seemed he was just going to keep fucking you for hours until he could.

He let go of your hands to bring his mouth against your neck. As you felt his hot breath against collar, everything started to black out. Your brain simply stitched off after too much pleasure trapped inside. As everything faded from view you could still feel each throb inside you as he continued to fill you with his cum.

You woke up with the feeling of a slight hangover. You could feel a bit of pain here and there in your body, and your pussy clenched tightly in memory of it's abuse the night before. Unable to stop it, the reflexive clench of concern turned itself into waves of pleasure bouncing through your hips, and you bit your knuckle to stop yourself from moaning loudly. Standing and checking the mirror, you could see the markings of the necklace still burned like a tattoo onto your neck. Your clothes were really no better than tattered rags, with gaping areas of missing fabric at your breasts and groin.

Glancing back at the bed, you were surprised to see two things. Firstly, you and the bed were not covered in jizz. You were quite clean actually - magical sheets you guessed. Secondly, there was a naked young man still sleeping draped almost off the edge of the bed. No longer a towering monster, he was actually just a fairly average looking man.

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Do you:

A) Leave and look elsewhere for a solution to your problem.

B) Hang around until the mage wakes up and force him to remove the curse.

#smut #cnc

[ddrmp]

NSFW, Minors DNI, smut.

Thief 3

As the onslaught of your throat continued, so did the struggle to breath. With each thrust you could get a little bit of air in, but it was not enough for your starved lungs. It didn't help that with each thrust your throat gagged a little and your pussy pulsated alongside it, pushing itself upwards into the slobbering tongue.

Bringing your hands up with as much force as you could muster, you slapped at the werewolf's hips, trying to alert him or push him off in pain. He didn't seem to notice though, and thrust deeper than before. You could feel his spongy knot pushing against your taut lips, rubbing itself into your teeth with abandon.

You tried to bite down, a last resort that would surely work. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't push it inwards. Your throat was completely a fuck hole for this beast, and you were helpless to stop it.

Your heartbeat was starting to pulse in your ears, and vertigo started to kick in. Alongside this, as each beat echoed loudly in your head, your poor abused cunt throbbed on the verge of orgasm with a crescendo of burning pleasure. Despite being close to losing consciousness you were amazingly aware of the beasts tongue. You could feel every notch, every fold, every movement distinctly as your brain proceeded to shut down to becoming just a pussy.

The cock started to thrust fast into your fast, fucking your throat mercilessly. It pulled back, leaving just the head inside your mouth, and you tasted the cum as spray after spray shot hot and heavy into you. You gulped is as quickly as possible, but some still drooled out from the corners of your mouth.

The werewolf ripped his tongue from your pussy and stood back, pulling his cock from your mouth in the process. The feeling of your pussy being suddenly so empty, caused a loud gasp, which flooded your lungs with the air they had so desperately craved.

You quickly rolled onto your side, clutching both of your hands at your saliva soaked cunt, as waves of pleasure and relief crashed through your body. You were a convulsing mess, unable to think clearly, with a desperately denied pussy that is throbbing at the thought of more abuse no matter how rough. You'd never felt so empty and desperate before. You'd never been so physically dominated before. You wanted to be fucked so hard you'd feel the bruises for days.

The werewolf snarls as it steps towards you. Grabbing your arms at the wrist with one large hand, it pulled them away from your inner thighs and lifted them high. It kept lifting them until you were barely kneeling on the edge of the bed.

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Do you:

A) Lie back and wrap your legs around him

B) Twist to face away from him

[ddrmp]

NSFW, Minors DNI, smut.

Thief 2

Resting your arms by you sides, you accepted that there was no overpowering this monster in front of you. You knew there was only submission, to the point that even trying to indicate your willingness would be completely unseen by him.

You weren't sure if he was smiling, but you were definitely seeing a lot of teeth. Still gripping your neck, he pushed you back until you were pressed against the wall. He stood there, looking down at you, his eyes slowly dilating and drool starting to drip from his mouth.

His body pressed closer to yours as he leaned down, and you felt his hands grabbing at your thighs. Shoving and sliding you up the wall, he lifted you with ease. He brought your legs forwards and outwards until your hips were now level with his face. You pressed your arms back against the wall to try and maintain some balance, but honestly it felt unnecessary.

Those eyes weren't even looking at you anymore. Whatever sane person had been in there only minutes before was gone, now it was just a large beast intoxicated by the smell of your wetness. Even now you could feel your body betraying your lust for being overpowered so easily.

His mouth moved forwards, teeth sinking into your clothes until they just touched your skin. He pulled backwards, exposing your groin to the air with his precise bite.

Whatever resistance you still had was lost the moment that he slapped his large wet tongue onto your exposed pelvis. There was a slight growl as it trailed it's way down, stroking over your mound slowly. You were acutely aware of his hands gripped around your ankles as he pulled your legs wide and turned your groin upwards. You felt like you were being served up on a platter for him to feast upon.

The tongue paused to stroke its hefty weight left and right as it rested on top of your clit. You were mesmerized by the size of it. This tongue was probably larger than any dick you'd ever taken, to the point you were not sure how much you'd be able to take. If it weren't for the calming mind control, you'd probably be panicking about now.

The tongue slipped downwards and eventually dropped off your pussy. As he started the long upwards stroke you could feel yourself shuddering against the hot slippery sensations. Your hips tried to chase the tongue upwards as it finished it's stroke and lifted off you. It was a wasted movement, as a moment later the tongue pressed urgently against your hole, slipping inside you with ease and filling you up.

Twisting and turning inside you, the tongue stroked and bashed itself against your walls. As it slipped deeper it pushed your insides around, manipulating you until it rested against your cervix. The tongue wasn't going to be able to get inside that tight hole, so instead it pushed and rubbed against it mercilessly. Your mind was starting to go numb in a different, more sex slave submissive, way. The pleasure of being overfilled and fed upon like this was too much to bear. The orgasm was building quickly now, the heat building up and looking for it's exit.

But there was no exit to be found.

The pleasure kept bouncing back and forth, your pussy trying desperately to find it's release, it felt like your pelvis was trying to turn inside out around his tongue. There was no relief, only an endless edge of being right there on the precipice of cumming.

When he finally pulled his head back, all you could feel was how much your sopping pussy kept twitching and throbbing. You wanted him to keep going, despite the tortured overload of sensations.

He instead lifted you away from the wall, letting you flop upside down as he held you aloft by your ankles. Easily grabbing both in one hand, he walked across the room. He gave your ass a course spank as he walked, reminding you of how much you were just a piece of meat for his pleasure. You didn't find any reason to argue with this.

He practically tossed you onto the bed, then grabbed your shoulders so that your head draped off the side. There was barely a moment to adjust to being horizontal before his cock pushed against your face. His arousal was comparable to yours, the benefit of beast lust. His cock thrust along your face a few times before he managed to catch it into your mouth. You weren't sure if you assisted, but despite it's size it slipped easily into your mouth as you lay there with your head upside down off the edge of the bed.

By the time you considered whether you should suck, or try to pull your teeth away, the cock was already being pounded into your throat. This was no blow job, or simple deep throat. This was a rough face-fucking from a monster that just wanted to fill you with it's cum. The pace was brutal, and with each thrust you felt yourself gagging just a little - but still the calmness held and you were able to relax into being used as a throat pussy.

The werewolf hunched over you, his head back close to your pussy. He shoved your legs to the side, slipped an arm between your legs and underneath your hips to tilt you for easier access to your neglected cunt. The tongue shoved itself in again, brutally overfilling you this time. You could feel the stretch, as it pushed deep to assault your cervix yet again. The rhythm of the tongue was less controlled this time, and as you felt the cock tense up within your mouth you felt the pulsing stream of cum hit the back of your throat. Gulping it down as best you could, you expected him to lift off you.

Instead his cock twitched harder and fuller within your mouth. He started pumping again, rougher than before.

You couldn't focus on it though, as your pussy was being completely broken by the unrelenting movements of his tongue. At any moment you felt like you should explode and cum for hours, even the feeling of not quite cumming was starting to feel like an orgasm in and of itself. A needy, deep, broken orgasm that just leaves you wanting more, to be abused more, to be a fuck toy forever.

At the back of you mind you noticed a slight panic through the calmness. His cock had started to cut off your air, and it felt like he was trying to shove it deeper still.

.

Do you:

A) indicate your difficulty breathing

B) happily let him choke you out on his dick

#smut #cnc

[ddrmp]

NSFW, Minors DNI, smut.

Thief 1

You weren't sure what had possessed you to break into this manor.

Without truly scoping it out you had rushed in like a fool.

Now, with your hand on a small jewelry chest in what you believed to be the bedroom, you were frozen still. Literally.

Why did you break in to a mages abode?

You couldn't even turn your head to see who was walking up behind you, their footsteps heavy on the floor. All you could do was blink and swallow.

"This is... awkward," said the voice behind you. "I had expected a loutish brute of a robber, seeing how clumsily you broke in, not a cute little woman such as yourself."

He was definitely appraising you. You could hear him pacing back and forth, examining you from different angles while keeping out of your sight.

"Hmm, she left in such a huff when I said I had more important things to attend to, so I do believe you will become my entertainment for the evening. As punishment for making yourself the more important thing."

There was a click. You couldn't tell if he'd snapped his fingers or rapped a staff against the stones of the wall. A great and heavy blankness filled your head. You let your arm drop from the jewelry box to your side, and in a daze turned slowly to look at your captor.

You expected to see a scrawny wizard with delicate robes. Instead you were greeted first by sharp teeth, worn in a dark grin on a decidedly werewolf face. You didn't feel startled though, the sedation magic running through your head keeping you calm.

You stayed calm while he moved closer, towering above you as your head barely reached his chest. You stayed calm while you realised he was completely naked, as of course he would be - you had interrupted his fun as he said. He was even still hard, the erection hot and throbbing. Being so very calm, you found yourself interested in how it would feel in your hand. It was amazing how a lack of fear could so quickly turn to arousal.

As you wrapped your fingers around his meat, he wrapped his around your throat. Squeezing firmly, he forced your eyes away from his cock to look up at his face.

"I have no intention of killing you, pathetic thief. Nor will I force myself upon you. But I will curse you."

His free hand had flipped open the jewelry box, and brought out a necklace. He placed it over you head, and you felt it burn for just the briefest of moments once it nestled around your neck.

"This amulet is now a part of you. It will remain a part of you until I remove it. Until such a day comes, you will not be able to."

Your hand slowly stroked up and down his cock. Was he ready to fuck you yet? You'd become so wet, wanting the beast to absolutely dominate you. You couldn't tell if it was still the effects of his magic on your mind, but you also had stopped caring.

.

Do you:

A) make a move

B) wait

#smut

[ddrmp]

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Dream Demon 75

You woke to feeling a hand on your head, lightly stroking back your hair as it patted you gently. There were soothing words, telling you how good you were being.

There was also a hand pressed tightly against your groin, palm pushing against your mound while a single finger was stroking up and down your still soaked slit.

Your eyes were met with blackness, and you could feel the fabric covering your eyes. Trying to move your arms, you found they were completely trapped, encased as if they had sunk into the bed. You were spread like a starfish, limbs held almost completely straight.

The fingertip kept moving up and down, lightly parting your wet lips but not trying to slip inside. You kept holding back your moans, but the twitching of your hips gave away that you were finally awake again.

"Good afternoon, I've been teasing your poor little pussy for hours here. Such a good little toy, so wet and fun to tease." He sunk fingers inside you, proving how wet and open you were. As he curled them he pushed softly into your g-spot, showing you just how swollen you already were.

You opened your mouth to beg him to be rougher, to make you cum until you passed out again. To fuck you until you could feel his cum dripping out of you. Before you could he put a finger over your mouth, shushing you.

"We're going to play a quick game. I'm going to finger you hard, but if you cum I'm going to write words of how pathetic you are on your thighs. It's not like anyone would even see them, so there's no risk right?"

No risk? Your mind had already created a dozen situations where strangers would see your thighs covered in "cum-slut" "breed me" "owned cunt" and worse! You couldn't agree to this! But that feeling in your pussy, arousal from the fear and thrill of the idea, was too much to stop. You nodded before you even realized.

Unable to move except to tilt your pelvis a little, you surrendered yourself to his attentions. His fingers were making quick work of your sensitive insides. The beat of his hand, stretching your hole down slightly then slamming the fingers up into your g-spot, was melting your world away. Moans started, only interrupted by your quick gasps to fill your lungs. You hung on though, letting the pleasure build but pushing it deep into the back of your mind. If you lost focus for a second you know you'd be cumming all over his hand.

"You are managing really well not to cum. Wonderful, such a good little cunt. Can you keep it up for me? I want to go harder."

What? Harder? No no no.

His fingers were destroying your pussy, slipping and slamming against you. He knew exactly where to hit, even if it was more brutal than precise it was pushing you too quickly towards cumming brainlessly on his hand. You were trying to strain your body against the encasement you were in, but couldn't escape his murderous hand. Somehow, you were still holding on.

"Wow, you're really obeying me tonight. Final test now, I'm going to count down from 5, if you start to cum before you finish I'm going to pull away and give you a ruined orgasm. If you hold out I'll see how many times I can make you cum before you pass out."

Please yes! And end goal! I'll be able to cum as much as I want, probably more than I want but it'll be so good to let go.

He started to count, but you couldn't hold any longer. You think he said 3, before the floodgates started to open.

And then there were no fingers, no touch against you or inside you. No hand patting your head.

Instead you were left with an orgasm that failed right as it started. A twitching, horrible mess of confused pleasure that bordered on pain. You clenched furtively, trying to pull the pleasure back, but felt it ebbing away into disappointment.

And then the hand returned to your head, patting your hair once again.

And a hand onto your aching cunt, slipping some fingers inside again all too easily. They quickly massaged away the painful ache, and stroked your desperate pussy once again.

You then felt something strange pushing against your inner left thigh.

"I did say every time you cum I'd write something. Even though that was a pathetic ruined orgasm, it was still an orgasm."

Bastard! You didn't even know what he'd written. What if he wrote something telling people you'd suck them off if they asked? Would you do it? Would you laugh it off?

The fingers weren't as fast or brutal as before, but you were definitely feeling the heat push faster back to orgasm this time. It was building so fast, as your head was caught up on what might have been written, that before you could even try to grab the tails of the orgasm it had slipped past you and was rushing through your pussy.

Again, as you felt the first clench and release of your orgasm, the fingers vanished. This time there was no hiding your desperate thrusts, your whimpers, your anguish at not being pushed fully over.

The fingers return, softer again this time, but you were hungry to be filled and immediately rocked your hips against the push.

And again the ticklish feeling of a pen writing on your inner right thigh.

"Are you going to be good?"

You nod. You're always good.

"Well then, do you deserve to cum?"

.

Do you:

A) Say you deserve to cum tonight after suffering through the ruins, as a reward for being his good girl

B) Say you're a hopeless slut who can only deserves to cum when he says so

#smut #cnc #tease and denial

[ddrmp]

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Lost Dreams 2A1C1

Despite knowing how much you want to cum, how much you need to cum, the thought of being just a cumdump for this cock made you feel like a proper meat slave. You pulled your head back, intending to tell the demoness that you wanted the cock freed of it’s punishment. But as the cock head throbbed against your sucking lips, your eyes rolled up and you plunged forward to fill your desperately empty mouth and throat.

“Aww, it’s too hard to take your mouth of this dick isn’t it sweetie?” The demoness was taunting you again. She knew full well you couldn’t let your mouth be empty with how good it was making your entire body feel. “Take your mouth off that dick and beg me to let you cum. Otherwise in 5 seconds, he’s going to flood your mouth and you’ll be unable to orgasm. Five.”

Having your orgasms about to be taken from you sent fear through your spine. It shot down and thudded into your cunt. You couldn't say anything though, and just kept sucking.

"Four, you're happy with not cumming?"

Eyes rolled up in pleasure and fear, you couldn't respond.

"Three, not even a little beg?"

You shoved your face deeper, needing that full mouth sensation, needing to be used.

"Two, guess you don't like cumming? Fine by me"

Of course you wanted to cum, your pussy was ready to explode! If she even just told you to cum you'd be unable to hold it back.

"One, I'm sealing them for a month then. You sure about this?"

A month!¿ You could feel your head spin. This wasn't the deal, I can't hold for a month!! Oh God I need to beg, I need to tell her how much I need to-

"Zero." And with a click of her fingers it was too late. You were hyperventilating on the cock, panicked out of your mind of how fucked up you are going to be after a month. You were going to be a drooling brainlessmess. Please, make me into a drooling brainless horny mess!!

Before you could sink any further into that subspace, you felt her release the base of Man's cock. Even though you were almost deepthroating, you could taste the cum as it dribbled into the back of your mouth.

A howl echoed from the man as he shuddered, trying to hump clumsily into your mouth. You could feel him twitch and pulse against your lips, against your tongue. Swallowing greedily, you felt a trail of cum shooting straight into your throat.

The cock didn't stop, hot liquid splashed down as you tried to take it all. It was impossible though, and soon you found yourself coughing and gagging, forced to pull your mouth off the throbbing meat to let yourself breathe.

Flailing as you slumped backwards, you looked up to see the demoness grab Man's dick and strokes it in long slippery milking strokes. She was keeping it in your direction, so as it spasmed and shot in your direction, it landed on your torso. Your breasts were particularly sensitive to how hot it was, and you found yourself hypnotized, just watching the cum land on your naked skin.

Steadying yourself with your arms, you rested back into a reclined sitting position with your knees spread. You wanted to show him how wet and swollen your pussy was. You wanted him to see you as breedable.

The demoness seemed to agree with you, and as she slipped off into the shadows, the man was freed from the chair.

You could feel each heartbeat in your womb. Staring at the rock hard cock, still dribbling, you reached down and spread your lips apart. You wanted no confusion on where he should shove that dick.

Glancing up at his face, you saw faint steam coming from the sides of his mouth. He took a step forward menacingly, like he was preparing for a fight. Your pussy clenched, but you held position.

He knelt between your legs, grabbed them to his shoulders, forcing you to lie back. He lifted his shoulders, easily bearing your weight and lifting your hips from the ground.

His dick was resting on your sloppy cunt, and you felt it twitch as a long strand shot along your stomach. Looking into his eyes, you could see the faint red demonic glow, he was still full of that demonesses saliva.

He swayed backwards, then rammed the cock home, impacting against your cervix before his pelvis slapped against yours. Everything blacked out for a moment as your body tried desperately to cum from being suddenly impaled.

His dick nuzzled against your cervix, throbbing as it pushed cum deep inside you. You wanted to imagine your womb filling to the brim, being bred by his cock.

He pulled back slowly, enough that you thought he was about to pull out entirely. He drove himself deep and hard again, knocking on your cervix yet again.

As he fucked you, the feelings of wanting to cum were overwhelming. You didn't want him to stop, you wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.

Eventually he did pull out fully, and you could feel his cum seeping out of your disappointed empty hole. He pushed your legs over, forcing you onto your side. A sharp slap against your buttocks showed he wasn't done yet, and you eagerly reach down to help spread your cheeks, dragging your upper leg up the bed to expose yourself fully.

Within moments he slid back into your pussy, his body towering over yours. The itch you felt couldn't be scratched, even though he was fucking harder and harder. He paused, deep inside you, and you could feel the cock swell and throb inside you. You could feel hot liquid spilling down your legs.

The throbbing starts to slow down. He pulls out, seeming to have emptied his balls finally.

Your pussy wants to scream for him to go back inside, but you can't find the energy to move.

Looking to the side, you found the demoness had been lying beside you. She kisses her finger then taps it against your forehead. Sleep grabs at you.

“Baal, was that fun? Did I do good?” you think you heard her say.

“That was truly wonderful.”

.

Wake to:

A) Baal teasing your denied pussy

B) Baal mercilessly teasing your denied pussy

Player chose B. (And then I haven't been able to write for a while...)

#smut #breeding kink #soft dom #denial

[ddrmp]

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Lost Dreams 2A1C

Even though you could speak, even though you knew you could influence what was going to happen next, you were unable to put your thoughts into words. You wanted to be subjected to the same torturous slime that she was drooling onto Man’s dick, but you didn’t want to be dominated by this woman.

She smiled at you, while grasping both of her hands around Man’s balls. She was stretching over the back chair with her arms fully extended, her breasts smooshed against his left shoulder. Her smile went wider, showing her teeth, as she gripped the balls tightly with her thumbs looped over the base of the shaft. The spluttering of cum stopped, trapped by her squeezing fingers.

“Do I let him cum? Do I let him shoot all over you?” her words were light and playful, like this was choosing between different flavors of ice cream. The cock was showing veins and turning red from the pressure. “Or do I block him so he can’t cum until I release him?”

You shuffled on your knees to get closer, the poor swollen dick calling to you. Pushing his legs further apart with your shoulders, you managed to get your face right up against his dick. You were probably meant to answer her, but instead took the cockhead into your mouth. The penis twitched as you sucked, and a loud open mouthed groan filled the room. It didn’t stop. Man’s desperation from the pain of being blocked from cumming, coupled with whatever her saliva had done to his dick and balls to make them produce a ridiculous amount of cum, was turning his moan into a howl. His hips were bucking in the seat, both trying to shove himself deeper into your throat, and to escape the demoness’ clamping hands.

“How much do you want his cum to paint your throat? To ride this dick and feel him pumping shot after shot into you?” she was still playing with her food.

Her words didn’t really reach you. The cock in your mouth was still covered in some of the aphrodisiac saliva, and you were becoming super aware of how empty your cunt was and how aroused you were. She noticed your silence, other than the glurks from your self driven throatfucking. Changing her iron grip of Man’s cock to one hand, she grabbed the back of your head, pulling your head back and up to look at her. The cock popped from your sucking mouth, leaving you panting with your mouth open, eyes rolled up in your head. In a daze, you didn’t notice her drooling a long string of saliva into your mouth until your tongue was already coated. Being treated like a worthless slut who would happily hold your mouth open for saliva was somehow arousing you. But then you felt yourself blush and pant as you realized you were acting like a worthless slut who was happily slurping up someones saliva being spat into your mouth.

“Swallow.” This was not playful, it was cutting. The way someone talks to a dog that’s misbehaving and not dropping the ball.

You did as commanded, swallowing the laced demonic saliva. Shame and guilt washed through you, and you loved it. Within moments you could feel the effects of the drool flowing through your body, your skin flushing cold while your nipples and pussy roared with heat.

She relaxed her grip on the back of your head, and started batting your lips with the squishy head of Man’s dick. Without even thinking you opened your mouth and sunk the dick back in, letting it slide over your tongue. As you started to feel accustomed to the size, the hand at the back of your head shoved your face forward into Man’s hips, forcing the dick deeper into you.

Your pussy twinged and pulsed with the abuse. You wanted your throat to be treated rougher, to be forced to facefuck the dick, to be nothing more than a sloppy warm hole for the dick to enjoy. You wanted to feel it spray it’s massive load and swallow every drop. Each time your head was pulled back and shoved down again you felt it throughout your body. Your hips were trying to thrust against the cock, tilting and shaking against the empty air. Over and over your mouth was forced to be used as a fucktoy, as something was warping in your mind. You could feel an orgasm building. You wanted to cum so badly, the feeling of pleasuring a hot thick dick between your lips was pushing you ever closer to that edge. You started wanting to cum from your mouth.

Gripping your hair tightly, the demoness pulled your head back off the dick to look up at her once again. You gazed up completely in a daze, mouth gaping wide and trying to seek out the cock with your tongue.

“Need an answer now princess. Let’s see how much of a good little slut you are. Who gets to cum tonight? You or him? Is your pussy going to prove how much of a slut you are by cumming from being throatfucked, or is it going to prove how much more of a slut you are by being denied while he cums deep in your throat, all over your body, and fills that hungry womb of your to bursting?”

.

1) He cums

2) You cum

#smut #soft dom #aphrodisiac #denial

[ddrmp]

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Lost Dreams 2A1

Sex, wild sex, drunken sex, just seemed too good to pass up. You’ve been needing it all day, to be filled and roughly held down while some random guy just has his way until he pumps his cum into your hungry cunt. You pushed some drool from your cheek aside with the back of your hand, then move towards your bed. Crawling onto it with all fours, you collapse, leaving your exposed ass raised for the guy to see. You could hear him take the bait, but then there were too many noises behind you for him to be making.

Being drunk, the effort to turn around seemed so hard. The muffled panicked noises behind you seemed a little too funny to ignore though. Or was that scary? Either way you decided to drag your hips over, and rolled a little too quickly into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were spinning for a moment before you could focus on the guy, tied to a large wooden chair infront of you. His hands strapped to the armrests, his ankles to the legs. At least he had been decent enough to undress fully before tying himself to the chair!

His eyes seemed a little worried, but his dick was still standing tall. There seemed to be movement behind him, but all you could do was slide forward off the bed to kneel infront of him and grab laughingly at his throbbing dick. It felt awkward not knowing his name, so you decided in drunken brilliance to name the man Man.

A hand grabbed yours, and pulled it behind your back. As you looked up bewildered at a third person in the room, they swiftly grabbed your other hand and pushed it against the other. There was an audible click, and while you couldn’t feel anything around your wrists, you definitely couldn’t move them from their position against each other in the small of your back. You couldn’t stand either, not because you were trapped into a kneeling position, but because you knew without hands to help you would just faceplant in a drunken heap.

An interesting looking woman walked infront of you, dragging their fingertips on the man’s thigh as she walked behind him. You think she was naked, but most startlingly was the full red sheen of her skin. Looking up at her face you could see her cute face smiling at you, two small horns peeking through short dark bangs across her forehead. She was standing behind the man now, resting her hands on his shoulders. His eyes were trying to focus on you, but kept rolling up despite his best efforts. Glancing down you could see his cock twitching and throbbing. Was her touch just on his shoulders really that good for him?

“Mmmmm. He didn’t like the idea of you playing with a random human, so I was sent to intervene,” this girl was obviously quite enjoying being in control here. She bent forwards, reaching down with one hand and touching the tip of Man’s cock with a finger. You could hear him moaning into the cloth gag she had shoved into his mouth, as his cock jumped and pulsed. “This human seems a little too eager to cum. Look at him, about to blow from just the littlest of touches. Why would you want this inside you if he can’t even last the distance?”

As she slid the finger down the front, small spurts of cum leaked out the top. All you could do was watch enviously, absolutely wanting to feel that cock inside you right now. All you could do was clench emptily as his cock dribbled and spluttered. The demoness grabbed at his balls, and a large spurt of cum flew from the tip, strong enough to reach your legs. She seemed to smile at the response, and squeezed the balls, pushing another long string of semen out from his swollen cockhead.

Man was craning his hips, trying to thrust his hips up, and panting quite loudly. When she removed her hand from his balls, you swore they looked bigger than before.

“Oh sweetie, don’t worry. I haven’t even started yet.” She opened her mouth wide, too wide, and let a long pink tongue uncurl from her mouth. A heavy amount of saliva slid down it’s length, which she carefully drooled onto the top of Man’s cock. Once satisfied she’d sufficiently drenched his member, she pulled her tongue back up and closed her mouth. Smiling at you again, knowing you had clenched at the sight of that giant tongue, she gave a little wink before reaching down with both hands to clasp the cock tightly between her fingers.

You could hear the man’s grunts and muffled shouts as he tried to buck into her impervious grip. Even though you couldn’t see the cockhead as it was hidden behind her grasp, you could see the shaft swelling and throbbing as cum pushed out between her fingers. Thick and oozy, dripping from her knuckles as she held her hands tightly wrapped around his head and glans.

Your pussy was begging for the cum, begging to be fucked by this dick. She was doing all this and letting it all go to waste. You felt yourself moaning in desperation while the demoness started pumping her hands up and down the swollen dick. Each time her hands reached the balls and pushed down, a thick load of cum would flop out the top of the dick to land on her hands. His endless orgasms had his eyes only showing white, his knuckles clenched on the armrests, his entire mind trapped in a tortuous cycle of thrusting and cumming into those devilish hands. You were so envious of all of it.

“Please,” you heard yourself say, and were surprised to find that you could talk!

.

Do you:

A) Beg to let Man fuck you

B) Beg to have her do you instead of him

#smut #cnc #aphrodisiac #soft dom #forced orgasms

[ddrmp]

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Lost Dreams 2A

Finding your gaze had fallen to rest on his trousers, you knew you couldn’t tell him no. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, as you didn’t want to tell him what to do either. He seemed to notice the slight panic in your eyes, as he stood up when the bus stopped and held out his hand to help you to your feet.

“It looks like you’re feeling a little unwell, so I am going to make sure you get home safely.” He said the words confidently, and you nodded slightly as you took his hand and let him guide you off the bus.

As you were walking to your home, you found yourself enjoying the loss of control. The surrender to him. If he just took you to your door and didn’t come in to fuck you, you were going to have a mightily disappointed pussy. Thankfully he didn’t seem spineless, and helped you open the door and led you inside.

Once inside you were a little flummoxed with what to do next, and found yourself standing in the middle of the kitchen swaying back and forth. You wanted to strip, to jump him, but you didn’t want him to be scared and run away.

“Would you like a drink?” You heard yourself ask, and on autopilot you went to the cupboard to dig out some wine. You poured a glass for him, as he sat at the table, then poured an overfilled glass for yourself. If you were drunk you’d be able to pass off your horniness to the alcohol, and he would be none the wiser.

You sat there awkwardly, drinking in silence together just looking at each other. It didn’t take long for you to almost finish your glass, and were heading straight past tipsy into drunk town.

“You really are beautiful you know,” he said, putting his glass down. You moaned a little at the words, rolling your body in the chair so you could spread your legs a little.

“Again. Say it again,” you mumbled drunkenly. Your pussy was in love with his voice, his words.

“You are beautiful to watch, are you beautiful to touch?”

You were slumping down in the chair, knees wide. You needed to get rid of your clothes. You needed to get rid of his clothes. Slumping further down the chair you slipped out of in onto your knees, and put your head onto his lap.

“Please?” You begged looking up at him. It was the only word you could muster in your addled state. You needed to free his cock, you could see it was pushing against his pants already.

He fumbled with his pants, undoing the belt hurriedly and you grabbed at them to force them to the floor. His hard dick sprang up in front of your face, and he sat there hands at his sides waiting for you to make a move.

No no. He needed to tell you what to do. You’re horny but you don’t know what he wants. You smile at the dick.

“Hello dick. What do you want me to do with you today?” Was that really your voice? How drunk where you?

The man was not very vocal, and instead grabbed the back of your head gently and guided you forwards until your mouth was pressed against the dick.

You opened your mouth eagerly and pulled your lips around the head, and sunk a good part of his dick into your mouth as you lowered your head. It felt so good to be used by him like this. What was his name again?

You upped your sucking, then drooled spit all down the shaft. You licked underneath the head and then throated it deeply a few times. It felt good to play with this dick, and his little moans and twitches in your mouth made you feel happy to be useful this way.

He pulled on your head, forcing you off of his dick. He motioned for you to undress, which took you longer than expected but he didn’t seem to mind watching your clumsy fumbles as he sipped at his wine.

As you stood naked in front of him, you had a moment of clarity. Should you keep going or is this going to far? Your cunt ached to be fucked, and he had that hard dick just standing there. You felt like it’d be a waste to let it walk out the door.

.

Do you:

1) Get him to fuck you.

2) Ask him to leave.

.

Player chose 1

#smut #drunk kink

[ddrmp]

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Lost Dreams 2

There was a dull ache through the tendons of your legs. Moving your hips caused some twangs of muscle fatigue to fight their way through to your clouded mind. Putting your hands down to your groin to massage your sore legs, you found yourself gripping at slick wet skin groggily. Waking slightly to the pleasurable sensation of your warm hands on your own skin, you smiled as you gently rubbed either side of your still horny pussy.

Memories of how much abuse it had taken last night were coming back to you, which didn’t help calm you. Remembering the fingers, the tongue, his look of ownership as he made you cum over and over again. You wanted his touch again so desperately you just kept rubbing at your sore muscles either side of your beggingly empty pussy as you didn’t dare to even touch yourself incase you ruined your memory of his mouth covering your cunt whole.

But try as much as you could, the dream was fading. Fragmenting. Slipping into shards of lost thoughts, where all you could remember was the feeling of being made to cum over and over again and how good it felt. You couldn’t believe how aroused it was making you.

As you rose to go shower off, you realized you were naked. Couldn’t really remember why, or if you’d started the night naked or not. Just walking past the end of the bed had you imagining being pushed over and taken from behind. Once you were in the shower you pressed yourself against the tiles and lifted a leg, imagining a strong lover holding you against the wall and filling you with his lust.

It was incredibly difficult focusing enough to get ready for work, and head off for the bus. You were a bit nervous that people could actually see the waves of arousal coming off you. Thankfully once you arrived at work you were able to distract yourself and last the day.

Until the trip home.

Sitting on the bus, looking out the window, you saw a glorious sunset. Little white puffy clouds were framed by lines of light coming from the sun as it dipped over the horizon. You stared at it, mesmerized by the beauty of it.

“So beautiful,” you breathed out loud. With that slip, that mistake, you became fully aware of your groin, your wetness, and how badly you wanted to be fucked up even right there in the bus.

“Yes. It truly is a beautiful sunset,” said the man sitting next to you, oblivious to your sudden and immediately growing needs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen something quite so beautiful.”

His words were daggers of lust into your heart. Your eyes drooped as you shuddered a little and lent back into the chair. You tried your best to hold it, but a little whimpering moan came out. He had no way of knowing, but he completely owned you right now. Anything he asked of you, anything he wanted to do to you, you would let him. The fire behind your pussy was burning so strong that you had clenched your kegels tight and couldn’t make them relax.

You glanced at him through your half lidded eyes, trying to see if he had realized your predicament. It was foolish, as probably until then he hadn’t noticed, but once you turned enough to make eye contact he could tell you were trying your hardest not to cum right in front of him. Without missing a beat, like the gentleman he obviously was, he lent a little closer to talk softly in your ear.

“Hey, um. Are you OK? I get off at the same stop as you, are you. Need me to walk you home?”

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A) Yes

B) No

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Player chose A

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Lost Dreams 1B2B

Looking at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, you asked for him to help you out. These tentacles were definitely going to leave you a mindless husk, a slave that would do anything they were told to do with no concern for themselves. You knew what you had locked away in your deepest darkest fantasies, and being like that was too scary when actually presented with the chance to follow through.

“I’ll help you, but you’re going to pay my price.” His dick was right in front of your face. It seemed pretty clear what he was going for here. Opening your mouth, you took the head in. Being unable to move, all you could do was suck and slurp on it. Trying to lick it just had it push out of your mouth and bob all over your lips, smearing saliva all over your cheeks. He seemed to enjoy this, and gently guided it back between your open lips.

At first you thought the tentacle inside you was picking up it’s pace, but you realized the demon had grabbed it and was thrusting it forcefully back and forth into your pussy. He was using you to jack it off, pushing it to orgasm as fast as he could. Your pussy was loving the pounding, and the building orgasmic pressure inside you had you curling your toes and clawing your fingers at the grass. You felt him grab your head and shove himself deep into your throat at the same time as the tentacle pulsated and throbbed inside you. You could feel a hot thick fluid being pushed out from your pussy, clinging to your groin as strands reached the ground between your legs.

As the vines wrapped around your body relaxed and retreated into the ground, you found yourself kneeling in front of the demon with his dick deep in your mouth.

“My price is to cover you with cum. My cum, his cum, anyone’s cum, until you’re covered from head to toe.” His word was like a command. You couldn’t resist it, and immediately found yourself wanting to make him cum. You needed to make anyone who came near you cum, until his demand was met.

Reaching to grab his balls, you massaged them while thrusting your head back and forth. His dick needed a hole to fuck until it was close to cumming, and you already had it in your throat. He obviously had cum to spare, as you almost immediately felt him start to tense up. Pulling his dick from your mouth, you pointed the head towards your neck and kept wanking him off, helping him shoot hot load after load onto your naked skin. As each glob of cum hit you, you felt a sense of pride of making him cum so much.

What you notice next though was a good crowd had formed around the two of you. The demon smiled at your worried expression.

“As I said, we’re going to cover you in cum. Might even make your pussy overflow with our jizz, make sure you’re good and bred before the nights out.”

Around you all you could see were cocks. The bodies attached to them weren’t really of concern to you. All you wanted was to grab and jack off the dicks as quickly as possible. You needed to be covered in cum. Before long you had a cock in each hand, and one in your mouth while they grabbed your head and fucked your face for all it’s worth. You felt anguish that you could only pleasure three cocks at once, so there was a great sense of happiness when you felt a hand slap your ass and a stiff penis shove it’s way into your cunt.

You were completely depraved, and as soon as you felt the cock in your mouth tighten you stopped sucking and just held the cum in your mouth until he finished so you could then drool it onto your body. Your hands and wrists were covered in the countless shots this ever growing group were providing, each one pushing to be next as they lusted after covering the slut in their mix with their seed.

The cock inside you pulled out after it had cum it’s heavy load, and you whimpered until a new cock filled the place. You had the crowd wanking themselves off to cover your tits with their sprays of cum. You could feel it dripping from you with every movement. The smell of semen was everywhere, and you found yourself licking the freshest cum off yourself to satisfy your hunger. Every new cock was a joy to your eyes, knowing it would soon show it’s need to cum over your cum soaked body by adding it’s cum to your mess.

Eventually the demon waved for the crowd to leave, and you found yourself sucking on just him once more.

“You were totally covered in cum ages ago you dumb cum hungry slut,” he said with a smile, lovingly rubbing your matted hair. “You haven’t been under my geas for quite a while, all these cocks you’ve been sucking has been completely under your own volition.”

You didn’t pull back from his cock, instead you shoved it deeper. He knew you’d used it as an excuss to act like a total slut and get bukkaked by a large crowd.

“Such a good slut. So cute.” He kept rubbing your head for a bit, then grabbed your head for one last face fuck. As he came ribbons down your throat,  you felt happy to be his toy.

Back in your room, you found that the streaks of cum were either being absorbed into your body or were vanishing of their own accord. It’s nice to know he had made sure that you weren’t going to sleep a sticky mess.

As you clicked off the light and started to drift off, you thought about the note and smiled. Maybe tomorrow you’ll do things differently. Or maybe you’ll want to be a complete cumslut again. 

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Time to wake up.

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Lost Dreams 1B2A

Shaking your head you ask him to leave you be. Your ‘punishment’ needs to be completed. He nodded, agreeing with your sentiment, and happily went to sit down on a park bench to watch you.

The tentacle stopped it’s heavy thrusting ending with the grind against your cervix, and started to undulate and twist inside you again. It picked up on it’s twists, until you could definitely feel it doing full rotations inside you. Little bumps formed on it’s surface, adding little moans to your whimpers.

While it drilled away inside you, you saw a small tentacle rise up in front of your face. It wavered back and forth, getting closer, then suddenly sprayed a fine mist of something onto your face. As you inhaled it you immediately could feel your mind going fuzzy, empty, as you stared straight ahead.

The thick tentacle assaulting your cunt restarted its thrusting attack, quicker and quicker. You could feel drool falling from your open mouth, but that seemed fine. It felt good to be mindless, to be just a pussy. You started to shove your own hips back into the pounding, lowering your torso to give it easier access. You could feel the hammering inside, blooming warmth and pleasure with every thud deep inside you.

Your mind was blank, and with no focus you couldn’t tell how long you’d been held here by the tentacle plant. Occassionally you could feel it shooting thick ooze inside you as it came, and then kept thrusting away. Until finally, something must have eventually been satisfied with the monster, as it released you and let you slump to the ground. This didn’t help you though, as you were so over fucked that thinking for yourself was already hard, and as a parting gift the little tentacle hovered in front of your face once again and gave you a parting puff.

As your mind faded further, you felt happier and happier with having been just a cock sleeve for hours on end. You wanted to be told what to do, how to move, where to go, what to think. You liked being so completely out of control that no choice you made was your own anymore.

Thankfully the demon seemed to know this.

“Roll over onto your back and slap your pussy for me,” he commanded

It seemed like he was testing you, and you wanted to make him happy so you complied. You rolled onto your back on the cool grass, and slapped your pussy.

“Keep slapping it until you cum. Hard spanks, they feel better.”

You started to slap harder, and he was right. The harder you spanked your abused pussy the better it felt. With your cunt pushing up to meet your heavy strokes it didn’t take long to force a spanking squirt from your body.

“Come here and suck my dick.”

You quickly rose and went over to him, kneeling and shoving his dick deep into your throat. It felt so good to be told what to do. You could feel your body shaking from within in ecstasy from being his slave. He grabbed the back of your head, and started to roughly fuck his dick into the back of your throat. You almost came from the treatment. The feeling of his shaft in your mouth, the squishy head pushed deep, knowing how much he loved fucking your face like this.

“I like fucking this throat. But is your pussy worthy of even being touched?”

You groaned around his cock. You thought your pussy was worthy but that wasn’t for you to decide. You needed him to tell you it was, until then it wasn’t.

“Cum from my cock fucking your face.”

You gobbled on his cock, driving it deeper into your throat and holding it there. You could feel yourself starting to cum, unable to resist his command. You were his little toy, you weren’t in control. You could feel yourself starting to choke from lack of air, but couldn’t bring yourself to pull off his dick.

His hand on your head gripped into your head and pulled you off. You gasped, drooled messily down your chin, then held your mouth open ready for him to re-enter.

“Put this on, it’ll keep your pussy wet.” He was holding a ball-gag. You took it from his hands, and did you best to secure it in your mouth and wrap it around your head. He had to help you, it was too difficult to work out the straps on your own.

“Stand up, let’s walk you home.” He had put a collar on you at the same time he had helped with the ball-gag. You hadn’t even noticed him do that. He was so considerate, not wanting to let you accidentally wander off while he took you home from the park. Such a good master.

As you walked through the streets, you could feel your pussy drooling. You were not sure if it was because you were naked in public, the power of the ball-gag in your mouth, or just happiness of being led by the collar. Maybe when you got back he would be kind and fuck your face again.

You walked up the stairs of your house, through the front door, and went to kneel in front of him as soon as you were both in your bedroom. He patted your head gently, removed the gag, and helped you towards your bed. You were a little disappointed he didn’t reward you with a good dicking, even after you ‘accidentally’ tumbled on the edge of the bed to show your butt and pussy off to him just in case he’d forgotten about them.

As he had you in the sheets, he turned to click off the light. In the darkness you heard him speak.

“Sleep. Now.”

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Lost Dreams 1B2

Surely being able to decide how to punish yourself is easier than letting someone else do it? You could get away with saying you were a naughty girl and leave it at that. His fingers did feel so good inside filling you up, stroking against you, but that didn’t mean you wanted to give him any weird control over you.

“I’ll - ah mmm - I’ll punish myself,” you say between moans, looking him in the eye to try and fool him into believing you were in control and knew exactly what you were doing.

For some reason, he burst out laughing.

“Oh, you finally chose it. You set this one up so long ago I’ve forgotten what is going to happen. I can’t even remember if I’m involved.”

Set this up long ago? This guy had been messing with you for mere minutes. He pulled his fingers from you and stepped back. Part of you twinged at the loss of his fingers, they had been rubbing you so nicely, but the rest of you sighed in relief. Time to ‘punish’ yourself.

“I’m going to punish myself by -” and your words were cut off by two vines shooting from the grass by your feet, wrapping themselves around your legs as they grew. Pulled quickly off balance you found yourself kneeling, and started to fall forward. As soon as you caught yourself by putting your hands to the ground, two more vines grew to wrap around your wrists.

You were stuck on all fours, but the vines didn’t stop there. They wrapped around your torso lightly, creating a hammock that supported your weight somewhat but also forced your posture to be a lot more like you were in heat and wanted to be rammed from behind.

“What the fuck is this?” You shouted, but the demon was still smiling at the show. He wasn’t going to help you. “I was going to punish myself, so what the fuck is this?”

“This is your punishment, as you carefully described to me when you lost a bet some time ago. Just accept that this is all your own doing and go with the flow. Apparently you want this.”

What was in store for you dawned on you. You’d always enjoyed reading and looking at tentacle porn. Seeing girls made mindless from pleasure as they were fucked and covered in spunk always had you fantasizing about being in their place. You would definitely decide to ‘punish’ yourself by choosing this fate, as it wasn’t really punishment if it let you fulfill a fantasy.

You felt the first touch of something slipping up and down on your pussy. It didn’t take long for you to feel wet from the exploratory touch. It was touching so lightly, so slowly, yet you couldn’t move and you knew that you would have definitely made sure to say it needed to make you cum your brains out before the punishment was over. You couldn’t stop the shiver of excitement go through you as you felt the tip penetrate into you, slowly pressing itself in. I was a lot thicker than you expected, and very soon you felt like it was trying to cram itself in rather than gently fill you. Trust yourself to add girth to the punishment, as you both winced and moaned at the stretching sensation.

The demon dropped an old CRT TV in front of you, bathing you in it’s faint cathode ray light. On the screen you could see your own body from the hips down, stuck in your doggie position with vines wrapped around your legs, and a thick long tentacle wriggling and shoving against your pussy.

You couldn’t stop watching, and noticed you were feeling things just after you were shown them. You were living your own tentacle porn, experiencing what you were seeing on the screen. You heard yourself gasp, then gasped as you saw yourself start to cum, then couldn’t hold back the mental mess you were becoming and came around the thick intruder. The feeling was just unstoppable. The orgasm just kept bouncing back from your hips to your navel, then back to your hips again.

After a bit, the tentacle pulled out, then snaked it’s way between your legs, around your hips, over your back, hovering above your clearly saturated and swolled cunt. It looked thicker. It definitely looked thicker.

You saw it slap downwards twice quickly, and before you could even tense up in preparation you felt the sudden pussy spanks. The sting was momentary, but the aching heat left behind had you presenting your cunt even more than before.

This seemed to please the tentacle, as it curved from above your butt to shove itself back into your greedy cunt. You knew you were smiling at being taken forcefully by a tentacle, but it felt so good feeling it squirm around inside and stretching you out.

While it was soft before, this time it was more frantic. Everytime it got deep enough to kiss against your cervix, it would grind up against it hard. Then it pull out quickly onto to slam itself back in and repeat the blunt grinding assault.

You were panting, drooling from your mouth. Your eyes were glued to the TV, wanting to see yourself abused more and more. You weren’t even sure if you could tell what an orgasm felt like anymore, as it all just felt so good. Something about being a tentacle fucktoy for eternity crossed your mind, and part of you started to want yourself to have been so stupid as to say that was your punishment. Definitely more than half of you felt that way.

The demon was standing in front of you, his hard dick sitting close to your face. You glance up, still panting heavily from the constant assault of your now completely broken pussy. You smiled a wry little smile, as you doubted any dick could make you feel like this.

“Do I leave you to your fate, or do I help you out,” he offered, slowly stroking his meat. “There is always a price for asking for my help though. You know that.”

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Do you:

A) Tell him to leave you to your punishment until it’s complete

B) Ask him to help you

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Lost Dreams 1B1B

Moaning and groaning, you struggled against the impending orgasm. You knew you were going to fail eventually, so it was only a question of whether you could hold the orgasm from releasing just by clenching hard and not letting go. You felt yourself go past the point of no return, and knew that if you let up for even a second that you were going to cum and cum hard.

As you could feel the cracks forming in the blockage you had put down, you heard a voice in the darkness.

“Very good, you held longer than you’ve ever held before,” he sounded very pleased with you. “You can let go now, show me a beautiful orgasm.”

Even without the trigger you were going to fail holding the orgasm at bay. Feeling your pussy stretch and gulp at the dildo, the pleasure of having such a good rod to cum around sent wave after wave of satisfied release through your body. As the orgasm started to subside, you could feel the latex suit slowly retreat from around your body until you were lying on the bed naked once again.

“Was that a good feeling, cumming like that?” He asked, surprisingly casually. Like he was interested in knowing your feedback or something. Not sure if you could managed words yet, you nodded. “Good to hear, or well, see.”

Turning your head, you saw that he was sitting in a chair next to the bed. He had his dick in his hand, and was idly stroking up and down it’s hard length. It was such a delicious looking cock, and you felt it would be great to suck on. You were fairly wiped after that immense orgasm though.

“I think it best then that we set you up to have a bunch of those. You know, as a reward for obeying my orders so well.” He moved to lie beside you, and you lay there completely docile and happy to let him do whatever. He lent over and pulled your head and shoulders into a deep passionate kiss. His tongue pried apart your lips and delved into your mouth, bringing with it a sweet thick liquid. You weren’t sure what he had done, but within moments you could feel your skin aching and your pussy clenching again.

“I’m going to finger you now. You don’t mind do you?” He asked, almost sweetly. Like he would talk to a happy puppy. You shook your head that you don’t mind, happy for him to touch you however he wanted. “Good girl, be my good little slut tonight. I’m sure it’s ok to be a little rough?” You nodded apprehensively. How rough is a little rough?

He grabbed your ankle and lifted your leg, forcefully bringing you closer to him and spreading your legs in the process. Raising his arm higher your hips left the bed, and you reached above your head  instinctively to grab onto anything to steady yourself. You could only watch as he brought his head closer to your spread groin, and spat onto your still swollen clit like. His slippery saliva felt hot on your exposed button.

Dropping your leg, you bounced back down to the bed. There was something in his spit, making your clit and lips feel hotter and hotter until they were almost burning. You wanted to reach down to smear it off, but before you could the demon grabbed your hands that were already gripping the sheets above your head, and firmly held them in place. On your back on the bed all you could do was spread your knees wider and wider and raise your hips to try and air cool yourself.

The demon moved himself beside you, holding your hands above your head with one of his, he brought his face closer to yours. His other hand started at your neck, and sensually stroked his way down your midline until reaching your belly button. His hand felt so big as he laid it flat onto your stomach with his fingers pointed towards your extremely hot and spread cunt. He guided his hand down to rest between your legs.

His fingers brushed over your button on their trip to cup your entire hungry cunt in his hand. You found yourself trying to grind and hump into his hand.

“Shh shh shh, patience little slut. My hand will make you feel good, if you ask nicely.” His head was close, that sweet voice right in your ear.

Trapped, degraded, edged for hours, and now told to beg. You tried to think of the words but couldn’t say anything. All you could do was close your eyes and hump desperately into that hand against you.

“What’s this? You don’t want to be fingered by my hand? Maybe I should ask your beautiful pussy what it thinks directly?”

The trigger word was too much, your pussy had hit it’s limit and then some. You could feel the orgasm spreading warming through your clit, pushing back through your groin until you felt the wet release as you squirted into his waiting hand.

“There we go, your pussy knows what it wants. Good pussy.”

Two fingers slipped in, stretching you open quick and strong. You hadn’t even felt that first orgasm fully yet, and the sudden feeling of being filled sent you onto another orgasm. He didn’t wait for you to even catch your breath before he started slamming those fingers up and down inside you, alternating furiously crushing your swollen g-spot and stretching your hole wider.

You mind was melting, unable to tell where one orgasm ended before the next started. He kept whispering in your ear, telling you what a good pussy you were, how only a true slut would cum so easily from rough fingering like this, that when you stop cumming he’d fuck you properly and fill you with his cum.

Thinking about him swapping from fingers to his thicker penis, feeling it pulse inside you as he came over and over, pushed you into a zombie like trance. You could feel yourself blacking out from the pleasure. You tried as hard as you could to hold onto the bliss, but darkness swallowed you.

You could feel a warmth on your groin. A tugging sensation at your lips and button. As you slowly opened your eyes, you looked down to see the demon had shifted to between your legs and was eating you out. His long tongue was stroking up and down, then shoving inside and he suckled on your lips. He’d raise up a little and suck on your clit. With all of these great sensations, you could also feel that heat from his saliva.

He noticed you had woken, and rose a little to grin at you. Tendrils of his saliva drooled from his chin to your pussy.

“You taste beautiful today,” he said. The bastard.

You could feel the orgasm starting again, gasping and moaning. He could probably make you cum now with just that word on the street without warning. You were now addicted to being called beautiful.

He moved to bring himself fully over you. Glancing down nervously, you saw his thick member twitching up and down in anticipation. Hurriedly, before the triggered orgasm would rend you mindless, you reached down to helped slide the cock head into your folds, feeling it spread and stretch you more than his fingers or tongue ever had.

With him over you, he started to work his full length in. Once he was satisfied you had stretch enough to hold him, and he was fully slick, he started to move in a slow pace.

“Pussy, do you want me to be rough?” His eyes were on you, and you nodded. “I wasn’t talking to you, I’m asking your pussy. It’s honest with what it wants. Honesty is so beaufitul.”

He had full control and knew it. Your pussy was just a wet toy for him to fuck. You came over and over, feeling him slam hard and fast into you as he fucked away your brain in mere seconds.

You were going in and out of consciousness, but never lost the wild bliss that would coursing through you. You felt him bury himself deep, and throb inside you. His mouth covered yours and you felt his tongue shove it’s way in. The last of your mind was gone, you were now just a lump of pleasure meat.

Vaguely you could feel he had pulled out, and you were slumped on your side. The demon pulled up the blanket to cover you. There was a click, maybe, and the room was darker. Sleep sounded like a good idea, and you drifted off.

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Lost Dreams 1B1A

The beating of the latex around you, like a living being covering your entire body with kisses and caresses, was building to yet another peak of pressure. Your poor clit was so tortured by now that not cumming was no longer an option. You were trying to hold it back, to withstand the assault, but it was too much. Being left here in the dark unable to move, filled and tormented constantly for what felt like hours, you couldn’t stop the building pressure any longer.

Your body twisted and humped against your containment as the first wave crested through. You could feel your entire groin pulsate with the release. And then the orgasm stopped in it’s tracks, ripped from you rudely in the midst of the highest pleasure you could remember.

The mask pulled back from your face, allowing you to see the demon sitting in a chair next to the bed. He had his cock in his hand, and had clearly been masturbating while watching you twitch and moan for however long you had been encased in the living latex suit. There was a smile on his face. Before he could say anything you jumped in first.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I came. It was too much I couldn’t hold it,” you were pleading with him, and he knew it as well as you did. “Please let me cum, it was so good, I don’t think I’d ever felt so good cumming before. You need to -”

He cut your words off with a wave of his hand. You sat there silently waiting for his response.

“I paused the orgasm, as I thought you didn’t want to cum. But those words. Those words say you wanted to cum.” He looked a little angry. “Obviously you have not learned your lesson that your pathetic cunt is there for me to play with. I play with it every night, giving it the treatment it deserves. Tonight it deserves a severe punishment.”

You could feel an itching from your groin, and an amazing orgasmic feeling that was all wrong. As the pleasure wracked through you, the pressure of arousal built and built until you were back at the peak of edging. He smiled at you, enjoying the look of concern fighting against your eye rolling pleasure.

The dildo retracted, and you could feel air on your cunt. Unable to look down, you were strongly aware that the latex had pulled away from your cunt, leaving the dripping mess open to the world.

“I think you are aware of what an hour of being edged by my lovely toys can do,” he rose from the chair, bringing his hand to your thigh. “But how do you think you’d feel if you were to be edged like this for a day?”

As he said those words, you felt something shift in your pussy. It felt heavier, wetter, more sensitive. As he slowly stroked his hand up your thigh to rest on your hips, you found yourself wanting to lean into his touch. Your pussy felt like he had actually played with it for a full day, keeping it on edge. You were dripping and throbbing, desperate to be touched by him. Looking down you could see his other hand was still stroking his cock slowly, teasing you with his thick member so close but not touching you, not within you.

“Please, I need to be fucked. Please fuck me.” You couldn’t believe the words you were saying, but knew that if you had a hand free you would grab his hand and shove it against your drenched cunt. If you could move your body you would climb on top of him and mount that cock and ride it until his balls had nothing left to give.

“Why would I do that?” He was almost laughing at your begging. “I haven’t even started to punish you yet. That was just one day of play. How about we up it to a week. A week of being a little plaything, edged and rubbed, sucked and fucked, but never allowed to cum. Let us see how you feel, how much you’ll beg now.”

Again with the words you could feel the shift. It wasn’t a sensation of having not had sex or cumming for a week. It was the sensation of having been touched continuously for a week. You could feel your lips were swollen, gaping apart and desperate to be touched some more. Your clit felt like a little bullet that wants to hump itself against anything. You found yourself staring at his cock, imagining that feeling of it sliding inside slowly. You could feel yourself on the edge of orgasm without even touching yourself.

“You win, you win, just touch me already. Please, I can’t take this. I’m losing my mind. I’ll do anything you ask of me, let you fuck me any way you want, any time you want, just make me cum,” even you could hear the breathy whine in your voice of how defeated you were. You were kegeling as hard as you could, trying to bring some relief to your itching desperate cunt.

He took his hand off his cock, and brought it to rest just under your cunt. You could feel his hand brushing occasionally high up against your inner thighs, so close to touching you that you could feel the heat from his hand radiating.

“Is a week of edging really enough torture? How about a month?” You spasmed, it felt like an orgasm but without the release. A gasp left your mouth as the empty itchiness bounced back and forth through your vagina. “How about a year?” You were starting to hyperventilate. Your entire body felt burning with lust and painfully and empty. You needed to rub against something, anything, anyone. You needed to grab something to shove inside you. Your eyes wouldn’t leave his dick, bouncing up and down as he enjoyed the display of your animalistic lust.

"Please, no more. You’re breaking me. I’ll never be normal again.” You were panting the words. You didn’t feel any weight behind them though, they just seemed like the right words to say. You were instead thinking of how much you just want to be his plaything forever, as long as he touches you.

He lifted his hand from below your cunt. You could see how it was coated in drippings from your hyper aroused slit. You were quite clearly leaving a puddle on the bed from his influence over your body. You watched as he lowered the hand to his cock, soaking it in your pussy drool. He was clearly ready to fuck you. He put his other hand to your head, pushing you so you fell back onto the bed. Climbing over you, his hands now either side of your head, you tried to raise your hips to give easy access to his slick cock. Your eyes were rolling up into your head in anticipation, as you could feel how close his cock was. You were ready for him to shoving himself into you and ravage your hole ruthlessly for days and days.

“You know what a good punishment is? One that doesn’t give you what you want at the end.” His words made your eyes shoot wide with fear. “I want your pussy to be drooling for days, even if you make yourself cum in the morning it will not be enough to make this feeling go away. I wish you luck.”

The fear of not being fucked, not being roughly filled with his cum over and over again made you let out a long low whine. He stood up, and turned off the light. You could feel the latex releasing you, retreating from your body. The combination of the disappointment of not being savagely fucked with the relief of having your body freed left you so tired you couldn’t move a muscle. You could feel unconsciousness taking you, everything starting to slip away.