CW: CNC, Bad End Society, memory play
You saw the warning signs.
"Werewolf mating season. Leave before dark."
You went into the forest at 8am. Plenty of time to leave before dark.
Only, you got lost. Very lost. The trees all looked the same, and your map didn't help at all. As the morning sun passed overhead to noon, and then started to sink down towards the horizon, your casual steps turned hurried, then panicked. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were running through the darkness. A low tree root sent you sprawling flat. For a moment you lay there, stunned.
And then you heard the first howl. It was pretty far away, and behind you, so you staggered to your feet and started to plunge through the forest again. Branches whipped past you, the deepening dark hiding obstacles, only for them to appear as phantom shapes when you drew close.
Another howl. Closer. To the right. Answered by the howl behind. Deep, powerful howls. You turned left and ran. Your pulse pounded in your ears, panting and sobbing as you ran like the prey you were.
A howl right in front of you, scarcely ten metres in front. Answered by howls all around you. You stopped. Cornered. Surrounded.
The first werewolf was ten feet tall. Even its coarse fur couldn't break up the silhouette of powerful, dominant muscle. Its eyes glowed yellow, or was that just a reflection? It had long, thick claws on its huge hands, and as it opened its slavering maw to growl you saw a row of vicious fangs. Inevitably, your eyes were drawn to the cock emerging from its sheath. Longer than your forearm, and thicker than your wrist, it pulsed with feral promise.
And then the scent hit you. It smelled like sweat, and spice, and pure musk. Virility.
You turned to run, and went face-first into the body of the second werewolf. Before you could react, or even scream, it grabbed your head in one huge hand and pushed your nose deeper into that thick fur. Your traitorous body reacted, skin heating up and heart racing as that scent seemed to burrow permanently into your nose. The wolf's obscene cock throbbed hard, pressing up between your legs as it rose and nudged your crotch forcefully.
The moan punched out of you was cut short as the first wolf, now right behind you, reached down and tore your clothes into ribbons with rough claw-strokes. A faint but insistent sting bloomed across your skin, shallow clawmarks on the canvas of your flesh. You realised the obvious: they planned to breed you.
"No- No you won't fit- yo- MMPH!"
The wolf in front of you shut you up with its long tongue, lifting you up easily to ravish your mouth. Its tongue was as thick as anything you'd ever taken inside you, and before you knew it you were moaning into the one-sided kiss. The second wolf, lifting up your lower half, plunged its tongue unceremoniously into your hole, which by now was throbbing needily. You half-screamed, the tongue itself enough to stretch your hole wide.
"MMPH! MMPH! M-Mmmph…"
Within moments, the pain began to shift into pleasure. Still a sting, but quickly drowned out by the tongue mashing against your sweet spot, and burrowing deeper to uncharted depths, making you moan and leak pathetically.
They went on like that until you stopped showing any resistance, hole rippling in supplication around that probing tongue. And then they both pulled their tongues free. Started to lower your lower body down again. You took a few shaky breaths. A reprieve?
It was only when you felt that hard tip nudge against your hole from behind that you realised the truth. A firm, merciless press against your hole, looser from the tongue but still too tight- too big-
"Please, no- please- It won't- won't fit- It hur-"
*POP*
Your hole surrendered. The massive cock surged in, battering through your tightness, the first six inches going in in one vicious thrust. You opened your mouth to scream that it hurt, that it was too much, that you were going to break:
"CUMMING!"
(1/3)
Intertwined - Part One
Valeria of the Endless Lust, Grand Matriarch Succubus, Drinker of Lust, etc., etc. - Val to her few friends - was not accustomed to breakfast in bed. It was, she reflected, probably more to do with her bedmates being totally incapacitated by pleasure than anything else. Whatever the reason, it was still a strange feeling to be woken up by a polite little knock and a call of “Breakfast, Mistress!”
She stretched, making sure that her hair was in the right kind of sultry mess, and called out “Enter!”
The best thing about Zeph, she considered as he walked in, was the way his pupils blew wide when he saw her lying like a vision of eroticism on the bed. No, the best thing was the tray he was carrying, full of luxurious-looking breakfast foods.
No, the best thing was that her delicious little apprentice had apparently decided to bring her this meal dressed only in an apron, giving a wonderful flash of his plush ass and toned thighs as he set the tray down.
“You little tease,” she purred, tone somewhere between approval and professional critique. “An incubus in just an apron, what a delicious morsel.”
He flushed at her praise and fidgeted.
“T-thank you. I um. I hope you like the food, Mistress.”
Val smirked, letting her gaze drift down his body.
“I’m sure I will~”
He was hard by then, of course. But it would be rude not to eat the food he made, so Val slowly worked her way through the spread, keeping a secret watch on the way her presence, her scent, and her tongue licking up some stray cream all conspired to leave Zeph throbbing and trying not to pant.
“Mmmm… delicious~ You’re a good boy, Zeph.”
He didn’t moan, though he clearly wanted to. Val hummed, impressed.
“I don’t suppose you brought me anything… else to devour?~”
She gestured to the obscene tent in the apron, and he gratefully started to lift it.
“I- yes Mistress- I went into the depths last night and drained the lust energy of five warriors.”
His cock, finally freed, sprang up. This was the best thing about Zeph, surely. For a lower-ranking incubus, his cock was absurd, seeming bigger than a human forearm. The smell made Val’s mouth water. She reached out and traced one long nail along his shaft, making him shudder. A thick bead of pre-cum formed, and Val could smell the power accumulated within.
“Such a good boy~ You just stand still, let mommy dig in~”
Zeph whimpered.
“Y-yes- please-“
Val opened her mouth wide, letting her long tongue curl down invitingly, and then took him to the hilt in one smooth thrust. He moaned, full-throated and loud, and the sound and the need of it was the new best thing about him.
Val slowly, viciously slowly, pulled off of his cock. Hm. He’d have cum from that when he started training with me. She thought, proudly. Then she started to plant soft, almost chaste kisses along his length and tip, her plump lips making him throb and twitch with every slow smooch. Val didn’t intend for Zeph to be able to form words after this, and each kiss was calculated to draw more of his accumulated energy closer to the surface, ready to be pumped out.
When Zeph’s moans had turned into incoherent pleas, Val began to work his entire cock in and out of her throat, slowly at first but building in speed and intensity. Zeph’s hips bucked what Val judged to be an acceptable amount, and he somehow kept his hands still, as instructed. Top marks there.
“Mommy- going to- I’ll cum- please can I?”
Val looked up into his desperate gaze. Her eyes flashed red, and she bent a fraction of her power towards intensifying his incoming orgasm threefold.
CUM!
(1/2)
His mouth opened silently. His cock throbbed even more massive for a moment, and then his hips were bucking and he was squealing with pleasure and her throat was being pumped full of-
-Zeph making a warrior-priestess beg for his demon offspring-
-rope after rope of syrup-thick, delicious-
-Zeph taking a hulking orc’s anal virginity and cooing praise as the massive warrior had his first prostate orgasm, rewiring him forever-
-cum, full of lust energy and filling her up-
-Zeph’s cock being worshipped by a pair of lovers, the two kissing romantically around his massive tip-
-better than any food ever could.
“Mmmmmm~ Good boy~” She purred, when his massive, spent cock finally pulled free of her mouth.
‘LT-thank you- thank you-“ he panted, trembling all over. The poor thing looked like his legs might give out any second. Val checked between her own legs, and was impressed to note that she was wet. A lesser demon like Zeph shouldn’t have been able to make her so much as twitch without her choosing to, but he’d managed to get her acceptably wet. He really did have potential.
“Mommy,” he began shyly, “can- can we um- cuddle?”’
All conventional wisdom said that lust demons did not cuddle after fucking each other. They were creatures of pure desire. There was no need for it. And yet… Zeph always asked these things with such big eyes…
“Come here, silly boy~”
Val pulled him into the bed, tucking him neatly against her taller frame. He looked so shy nestled in against her voluptuous body.
“Comfy?”
He nodded. The gaze he turned on her was full of adoration and happiness. Like he would do anything for her. Anything.
Val shifted her thighs. She was soaked. Her pussy clenched hungrily, needing, demanding.
She pushed down the traitorous voice that told her this was the best thing about Zeph. Never mind how wet it made her when he showed his devotion so openly. Fuck.
If Zeph sensed what was going to be happening to his pelvis very soon, it didn’t show on his face.
(2/2)
I’m the monarch of moderately confusing situationships. Not majorly bad ones, more like “huh that’s hot Seen, but what was even going on there??”
High level contender: person who was unable to resist me at all but insisting on sneaking in through the window? (everyone could see)
Cat girl who's not a cuck!! She just can'tcum unless her boyfriend is fucking another girl on top of her and she's staring at the proof of all the pleasure she's being denied right above her while she's being used like a rag for the mess they're making and- it's totes different!
Hypnotising someone who’s in a relationship, turning them into a drooling slut in heat… well, it’s awful if they didn’t get permission!
The only way to be fair is to let their partner choose if they ever change back… and based on the way they’re smirking at their new toy…~
@Hamurott_ And if I decide to just make you watch as I hypnotise a series of other subjects instead? Seeing how many times you can be brought under and back up just by watching until you don’t have anything that qualifies as thoughts?